The Start of Something New

It was a chilled Autumn morning along the banks of a stream;

my sweater was damp and had the sky had a gleam.

Nothing else mattered than the warmth from my heart:

I thought of a friend, his eyes, and being apart. 

The unexpected flutters from the butterfly's wings 

captured my gaze as she searched for Spring.

Author's Note

This is just the beginning of this poem