Ephemeral Wings

· Winner of the 2015 Segullah poetry contes ·

April 15, 2015

from a James Christensen painting

She chases a white butterfly,
sleeve wings billowing
focused on fair flight
while we’re warm
in her small sun.
Bright vision,
she puffs hundreds
of wings skyward, twirls,
captures white dandelion chaff.

We reach unconsciously
to brace her, embrace
the instant
while light burns.
While we’re warm
in her small sun,
she vanishes into
the apple orchard
following petals
freed by the breeze.
We lament
the eye’s anatomy,
our need to blink,
our eyes heavy as