Oh How I Miss the Butterflies
~
Beyond the chipped paint and tarnished handle
of this old screen door once waited a garden,
a winding path of stone and dirt
I had walked many times in my life
that led to a place of wondrous beauty,
poetic blooms and intoxicating fragrances
Merely stepping beneath the Jasmine covered arbor
lifted spirits and illumined hope that all was right,
and the butterflies, oh the butterflies, winged effervescence in
sapphire, indigo, tangerine and lemon butter yellows
floated from flower to flower creating
the most wonderful dancing rainbow for the eye
I still smile when I hear those old rusted hinges squeak
and I feel that fresh air meet my face
For those memories linger in my mind,
as now I find the path overgrown, the arbor splintered and fallen,
the vibrant garden a mass of weed and vine
strangling the beauty that once flourished
And I understand, life changes…slowly,
each of us deteriorate within time’s grasp, returning
to where we began, covered in lawn and dew
beginning anew or to be forgotten…
an occasional thought that passes
down another path of another life
Now as I stand gazing at what once was,
a tear finds my cheek, meandering over these wrinkles
gathering in the corner of my mouth…salty
yet it is not the garden nor the whimsical path
that collects in my mind…it is the butterflies,
oh how I miss the butterflies…
~
An older piece but I figured since it seemed to be butterfly day around here, I’d post it. : )
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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