Poem #68

Butterfly

I held a butterfly today . . in gently outstretched palm

It landed on my finger . . though alighted in my heart

Its gaze was melancholy . . and its heart was laden full

Its body trembled gently .. but its soul heaven bourne

Never had I

beheld before

a creature

quite

like this

gently then

I gazed in awe

to marvel at the bliss

It stayed for but a moment then took unto the sky

But in my heart its beauty fair still resonates within

Fly my little butterfly flap your powdery wings

Grateful for a chance am I to have held you close to me.

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He said, "Why should I tarry?"

And smiled with tranquil eye;

"In destinies sad or merry,

True men can but try."

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

(Lines 562-565)