Monday, December 3, 2018

Butterfly (Day 684)

How is it that I do not realize 
how delightful I am,
eliciting sighs and smiles 
from all whose eyes linger 
on my iridescent flutterings? 
But I am aware of nothing 
more than the lightness 
of being carried aloft 
by rising currents 
on a sun-gilded afternoon,
of floating amidst clouds 
of fairylike cottonwood fluff 
and showers of tiny sparks 
from the sequined wings 
of tiny insects hovering in 
a column of leaf-filtered light.
 (c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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