the summer butterflies

One summer morning I woke up,
Stood by my window when the sun shone
Outside I saw a butterfly – with
Wings free, light and colourful
I pushed my hand through the window –
To touch the butterfly, to make it come
Sit on my out stretched finger

Only the shadow of the butterfly wings
Touched my fingers, as the butterfly flew
I closed my eyes
And smiled

Only the breeze and the rays of the sun
Flowed through my window as I
Stood there by my window, frozen
With a smile