Butterfly-farm

 

 

 

All dressed as witches.

Hovering above my senses,

loitering in corners of their jail,

gliding to Reggae shapes.

 

Soft wing’s silent, blue smile

flashes during the chase.

Steamed windows

limit their space.

 

Pixie birds chattering

behind sight,

bushes close up to cover

of gracious feather’s delight.

 

Anna shuffles and flutters

chiffchaffs away,

her young laugh

causes déjà vu sway.

 

Precious moments stamped

images into my retina

to see again in my call

of the arms of a new era.

 

Gyula Friewald © 15/07/2012