Heart fluttering like the wings
of that white/yellow butterfly
that follows me around as I walk
in the garden.
I lay me down on the viridity of grass.
fragrant from recent mowing.
Looking up, I fall into the azure summer sky
while green spears poke through my gown.
If it was night,
I could ascend into a field of stars.
But now, all I have to bounce on
are the soft shimmering clouds.
Holding this heart,
tenderly,
I sing to it a lullaby,
Soothing it like a swaddled child.
Kittens are frolicking nearby,
some are playing hide and seek,
peeking through shrubbery
watching while I sigh.
My butterfly friend beckons.
Wants to be followed.
I'm not ready for that,
I've more songs yet to sing.
©Ellen Pepper 2026
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