alley cats and drifters

Butterfly

She was our little butterfly—

bringing sunshine and joy, 

on even the cloudy days.

Had we only known, 

how fleeting the time,

so delicate in the storm that took her away.

Where do butterflies go in the winter,

when life in this meadow adjourns?

My heart doesn't know,

but yearns for that glow,

of Springtime and our butterfly's return.