Brave-winged, in orange-rose
Attire, the small,
Bright butterfly,
Climbs the pale stairway
Of the sky.
Her eye,
A shining hall
Of mirrored scenes, on she goes,
Intent on following
Her pathway,
Through earthlight, through deep dragonshadows,
Through rains, snows
And the valleys of the sun,
Glad to glimpse the white mountain
Through the green hills of morning,
Glad to hear the far call
Of the wild geese
Unlatch the gate of evening,
And glad to be
At one with the cosmic butterfly
Who sheds her peace
On all,
And soars in beauty
Across the song-lit steppes of being.
Written around 2002
Photo: Larry Keller / Dreamstime.com
Perfectly lovely!
Thanks, Cindy!