My beautiful
butterfly...

I worked
in the heat...

Perhaps
I can only hope...

If a butterfly's
wings...

Willie Wagtails
visit in spring...

You only
have to see...

If I could bask
even a minute...

Wood sprites
so like...

From each person
a thread...

Birth and death
bookends to life...

Pain is like
a localized storm...

A violet
between the pages...