Fragile Flight

Blissfully wandering,

drifting and driven,

a butterfly.

Hopelessly homeless,

unbridled, insisting

on flying high.

A carefree kaleidoscope

flutter-dance striving

to touch the sky.

Hey, you - I forgot I'd forgotten you.

Threatening, ominous

brooding, insidious,

a thundercloud.
Hooded night-monster,

devious accoster

tall, dark and proud.

Bloated and burgeoning,

casting off raindrops

to the ground.

Hey, you - I forgot I'd forgotten you.

Sunlight returning,

golden eye burning

up in the sky.

Glittering in gladness,

the world is a pageant

of colors bright.

But in the grass is that a flower

all broken and battered?

No, it's a butterfly!

Hey, you - I forgot I'd forgotten you.

In the failing light of autumn

The sweet scent of dying
leaves. The wind has sifted
through them all: the shriveled
ashen brittle papers, the dusty
wisps of withered parchments,
blown and scattered, caressed
and battered, by the frigid sighs
of grieving, in the failing light
of autumn, lost in shadows
and tomorrow forgotten.