in the quiet of predawn a butterfly awakes and while resting on a twig she warms her glowing wings in the gathering light of day
she flits from bloom to blossom as the sun climbs and falls she sips from ambrosial pools of mother natureβs bounty while the western wind begins
and in the fading afternoon as i sit in my spot she finds the zinnia i grow in the planter by my bench and we share a moment
i see her and she sees me and as she gracefully rides the breeze my thoughts are silenced by her beauty and as we watch each other the universe stands still