Zoe’s Butterflies

If you close your eyes
And open your ears
You hear September approaching,
In the little, dry leaves,
That are beginning to fall,
They do not nose dive,
They take their time,
Circling slowly,
Swinging side to side,
As if saying – “What’s the rush?”
The chill of the evening,
Sneaking in,
As if apologizing,
For interrupting summer,
The last butterflies
That my little Zoe loves so much,
Are disappearing,
You do not see them anymore,
The last showing of flapping wings
Was a week ago!
Thunder and lightning are taking over nights,
Sign of ominous things to come,
Worry not my little Zoe,
The butterflies will soon be here again.

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