A butterfly spoke to me. First I felt the flutter.
Her wings gently,cool.
A sweet awakening whisp.
A dream gliding past.
No.a voice
Truely.

" I read your poem"
Seasons went by before
Realization. A pleasing.
Melody.
"I read your poem"


Surprized to be surprized as the
Sun rose and fell,cotton candy clouds raced by as
I turned. I swear forever almost ended.
Before.

Eye to eye now.
Smiling eyes,a bit shy?


But lovely.

The volume rises as lips emit.
Still caught like the cat burgler
Stepping from the twin windows.

Not able to hear. Eyes.

"Which one?" I summon.
"Both"
Summer.
Winter.

Spring. Oh.

I take her in. A reflex.

Obvious.but nature will out.
Sweet
Soulfull.
A good spirit.
Thank you.