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To follow on from yesterday’s poem, 31st December 2013, it seemed only fitting to write the second of the pair today to herald the new year. I hope you’ll like it.

 

1st January 2014

 

This year the butterflies will return,

Summer-soft and warm,

Their enchanting transience

Lightness and intensity in exquisite combination.

 

In downy, paper-thin gowns

They’ll brush the air and dance prettily,

Teasing, captivating, elusive –

‘For one season only’.

 

We forget, of course, that they are not the same butterflies.

Momentarily eternal and fresh with new life,

They are orphans too,

The tattered children of the dead year.

 

Yet it is hope, not time, which is their gift,

They choose life over memory, life over regret.

And so in summer’s fleeting embrace,

They will dance on regardless.

 

But let’s not rush things;

This year the butterflies will return,

And tomorrow will be.

Today there are snowflakes to attend to.

 

Vicki Watson © 2014

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