Hiding in windows
known only to time
are ripples within the veil
life’s little roses that float our way,
then so quickly fade away,
butterflies saying hello,
but before the moon can rise
leave once more,
their journey to explore
© 2017 by James Spruell All rights reserved
Nancilynn
/ December 8, 2017A Very nice poem…I could see the butterflies leaving.
Thank you for visiting my blog! Maybe the butterflies were your guide!
jspruell
/ December 8, 2017Thank you… and maybe the butterflies did guide me 🙂