The day awoke to flurry of sounds <br /> That swirled about as early snow. <br /> I watched the glyphs that piqued my mind <br /> And penned a poem's embryo. <br /> <br /> I gathered up the whisper of words <br /> And made intriguing gay bouquet <br /> But, have a cherry blossom show <br /> That's prone to quickly fly away. <br /> <br /> Elusive words that make our poems <br /> Are fragile loans from him above <br /> That ride the wings of butterflies <br /> And signify a gift of love.<br /><br />E. June Mathews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-wings-of-a-butterfly/
