I see it in the distance
flying slowly, but steadily
with its soft, orange wings
It lands on a marigold
that dances in the wind
The beauty dances along
Then the yellow and orange
miraculously fuse
into a surreal sunset
I fix my gaze and pull myself closer
cautiously, step by step
I leap and try to cup it with my hands
but trip and fall
I look up to see the elusive beauty
fly away, flaunting its pretty wings
I watch it float across the garden
and join the others of its kind
Within seconds, its orange wings
disappear among the others
And there I Iie, watching in awe
as a rabble of butterflies
paints the sky
Faristha Kanakkapillai
CANVAS & QUILL 