Before the Storm-a Butterfly Sky
Beyond my window…
The sky feels heavy
And so close by,
That I close my eyes.
Within my walled silence,
Softly comes
The beginning of day.
Now with eyes wide,
Looking beyond
The far away…
At sunrise
Gold is the silhouette
Of the horizon.
Suspended in the distance,
A quiver of unsettling light.
As I hold an anxious breath,
A misty shadow of color
Flutters on wings of dawn-
Yellow and red…
Opening wide,
Spreading wondrous color
On a butterfly sky.