The perfect evening sky
is painted by the swaying branches
that continue to brush blue into the waning day.
A cool breeze
carries the scent of the lilacs.
but day fights for its last moments
before the fireflies seize the night.
Leaves dance in the wind,
laughing as they are tickled by the currents of spring.
A lone butterfly
floats on the updrafts,
silently raging against the dying of the light.
The sun pulls up the blanket of the horizon,
golds and yellows caress the trees one last time
and the day succumbs
to the sleep of night.
I love this.
But I wonder what butterfly rage looks like. 😉
Lol….it’s extremely traumatic to watch.