In the garden we danced,
My eyes and the butterfly,
Singing among the colors
Grace alive, a laugh
Kissing sun draped blooms


Too soon came the chill of fall
When wind-flung loose withered leaves
Mimicked the movement
They'd eyed in envy
The butterfly now gone.


Winter brought its ballet
In showering flakes of snow
When frigid ground braced against
Swirling pirouettes
Of beauty in ice


I hurry past my garden
With no time to linger by
Only in dreams still see
The butterfly dance
Her gentle waltz of summer