Yellow Butterfly
Found a large wounded butterfly yesterday
beautiful in it's yellow and rainbow colors
Still alive, struggling frantically with broken wing
Carefully, sadly, placed it among the bright flowers
Knowing they will die together in the last days of summer
But hoping they might die together happily
Alive, the butterfly rested and clung to a flower
As if it was mended...
At peace to be returned to it's element
Not understanding the fate that had befallen it
A little girl picked up the detached wing
And clung to it, admiring it's beauty
As I pondered hers
And the circle of things
Envisioning my own death
poem by James T. Adair
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