Personal Butterfly

Heart fluttering like the wings 
of that white/yellow butterfly 
that follows me around these days
every time I go outside.

I lay me down on the viridity of grass.
fragrant from recent mowing.
Looking up, I fall into the cerulean summer sky
while green spears poke through my muslin gown.

If it was night,
I could ascend into a field of stars.
But now, all I have to bounce on
are the sometimes spiderweb clouds.

Holding this heart,
tenderly,
I sing to it a lullaby,
Soothing it like a swaddled child.

Some kittens are frolicking nearby,
some are playing hide and seek.
Some peeking through shrubbery
watching the sighing one.

Butterfly friend beckons.
Wants to be followed.
I'm not ready yet.
There are more songs to be sung, still.


©Ellen Pepper 2025