I went for a walk this afternoon,
alone.
Well, except for the butterflies.
There were five, 4 yellow and 1 black.
Each nearly as big as my hand.
Fragile things...tips of wings, torn or missing...all of them.
Swooping.
Sipping.
Soaring, still.
1 comment:
Glad the butterflies came out to celebrate you taking some time for yourself.
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