One golden late October day
Two butterflies came out to play.
They circled ‘round a maple tree
And as I ran they ran with me.
I knew they soon would have to go
Before the first November snow.
They dipped their wings to say goodbye,
Then hurried past me to the sky.
I’ve never seen such splendid things,
Autumn leaves on winter wings.
©2009 Charles Ghigna