Small Stone #23
All afternoon in the garage - clearing, shifting, sorting
Games, old clothes, china for the Blue Cross.
A scratching inside one storage bag,
and lifting three old tennis balls…
A Peacock butterfly, slowly opening and closing its wings.
Stretching, wondering…‘is Springtime here?’
Gently, I lift it onto crumpled newspaper
to find safety in the rustling folds once more,
To wait until the proper wakening time is come.
What a sweet image, you gently tucking her back in as an Earth mother would do. Now she'll sleep until Spring wakes her.
Posted by: Kate | Monday, January 23, 2012 at 19:20
So tender. Waiting for spring...
Posted by: Margaret Lambert | Monday, January 23, 2012 at 20:29
I have traveled from your Facebook comment to Fiona. What a lovely place you have here. So nice to meet another person in the river of stones.
Posted by: Teri | Thursday, January 26, 2012 at 14:06