Butterfly House

Light,
like a falling leaf in the pulse of a breeze.
Delicate as a single snow flake,
rolling with effortless ease.

Fluttering in silence,
in the warm humid air.
Water noises everywhere.
Smells of the jungle,
and diffused sun through misted atmosphere.

In curls the butterflies dance,
chasing in staccato romance.
Resting on a branch to slowly open and close wings,
breathing the forest and sun rays in.
Others shoot, like children over fields.
Scarlet flight in whirls of air.
Skating in careless play.
The short life of beauty,
and simple joy for one day.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.