Monday, September 23, 2019

mariposa free to fly

…and so i am joyful as i walk amidst another Autumn day,

to be given another breath of life and having mine eyes

take pleasure in the gold and russet of Nature’s dress

my heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird and i 

sigh whilst watching a mariposa dance atop Blackeyed

Susans, with its orange and black gossamer wings

if but for a moment i could share this wonderment with

those who cannot see and those who choose not to,

while little ears only hear the clanging of steel bars

soon Autumn will change its attire. snow will blow followed

by Spring and gossamer wings will flit about again and so

too, hopefully, a miracle of little hearts flying free

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