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
4 comments:
Lovely!
Hi, Charles--
Nice turn at the end. I have an autumn butterflies poem on my blog today too--different character but similar float. See what you think!
This is lovely! So child-friendly, and then that gorgeous ending metaphor that makes us see butterflies as something else.
THANK YOU!
Diane, Heidi and Laura.
Looking forward to joining you all at Poetry Friday tomorrow.
Thanks for hosting, Laura.
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