- There is something in the flight of each butterfly
- that oft' reminds me of the path you used to take;
- fluttering from sweet to beautiful, to danger and
- just escaping a mockingbird and the colliding cat.
I watched in amazement as you went about your way,
each task important to you and this luscious garden.
- Your time brief, too brief, reminds me to remember
- there was once more to you than just this one form.
- Again I marvel at the flight of a beautiful butterfly
- I think of the paths it may chance or desire to take.
- Should I offer sweets, dangle pretties, safety, and
- will it get along with the old bird, humor me at that.
I watched in amazement as it went on about its way,
each task more important to it than my old garden.
- Once, was a day to remember, a glorious September.
- Time brief, but we handle brief too when we mourn.
- I think of all the wonders it might dare to show me.
- Worlds beyond my gate and garden where it is free.
- Offerings of sights and sounds and fragrant isles
- tempt a once adventuresome spirit into exotic wilds.
I watched in amazement and love this butterfly day;
put down my net and clippers, to follow on its way.
- Finally, knowing life brief and seldom unremembered;
- But full of luscious gardens in which to become reborn.
© Ali Cecilie Sonder 2001