butterfly dance

 

I remember running

Twirling in a tornado

Of orange and black

Butterflies

 

As the lid to a broken

Washing machine was

Opened to the sound

Of hushed flapping

 

A week spent gathering

Cocoons on break twigs

And plucking leaves

In neighbors trees

 

To view the change of

Life as it circled over head

Stealing the fright of noise

In a fluttering cloud of beauty

 

I remember running

Twirling in a tornado

Of orange and black

Butterflies

Author's Note

Cp. 6:26PM Sat 03/01/08 Kill Hannah �black poison blood� ok, memory write, tired, here words (Written, Blue)

Reviews

[H. A. M.]

This was ...pretty.
It reminds me of autumn for some reason but nice.