With cup in hand, I ventured out into the first,
cold morning of Autumn…
I felt the her cold breath upon my neck,
as a murder took flight…
With a fluttering of mostly auburn leaves,
like the color of her hair…
As I moseyed around the little trails,
worn into the forest around me…
Listening to the chatter of the wooly tails,
while a breeze whispered in her voice…
There was a time when I thought it was,
a game within my mind…
Yet time and time again, I was direct away,
from one person and towards another…
She still visits and makes herself known,
during her last visit I woke to a sound…
I witnessed her movement stopping,
as I whispered her name…
I would later remember a song from my distant past…
“ you might waken to a sound “
“ of something moving past “
“ your window in the wind “
Elusive Butterfly – Lyrics – Bob Lind
image by Jennifer Gelinas September 7, 2012 via Pinterest
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