26th March

I wonder does she know
Her own beauty
As well as I?
As I watch her tumble
In iridescent colours
In the cold blue, high
Over the trembling moss
They say a butterfly
Cannot see her own wings
and that beauty
Is sometimes only seen
From the outside in
This shining bird
My springtime friend
Calls to me
As she falls to me
And away to her love
She hies
Into the cobalt skies

#poetry