Butterflies

A crowded flutter...
In my line of sight
A sense of quivering movement
Wings folded a few
Others spreading to a spanse
Commanding a long flight

Bright colors fused with greys..
As I look around me
Those tiny beings
after the clouds shed their waters
Cocoons being broken
New lives freed...

That time of the year..
When I see specs of moving color
My eyes can only follow
That my hands can't touch

And then my heart misses a beat..
When the butterflies find rest
On my fingers stretched
I feel welcomed...
A world so tender
At that time of the year
Cocoons being broken
New lives freed