Growing Shadows

I’m sitting in my garden
The day is still and calm
There is no heat to speak of
The cold can do no harm
I watch the bees as they work
I see the sun is setting low
And deep within the garden
I see the shadows as they grow
Then on a nearby flower
A butterfly shares her hues
They sparkle while her wings slowly flap
Her silvers, greens and blues
I marvel at her wonder
Her every shining part
Then suddenly she flutters up
And lands upon my heart
To the butterfly I gently whisper
“I want you here to stay”
But yet again I breathed too hard
And now she’s flown away.