Butterflies Last Flight

Last summer as I walked the beach searching for treasures, I noticed that the shore, the sand, and the rocks, were strewn with dead butterflies..they were everywhere....it was the weirdest thing to see....and so very sad.  It seemed as though they're demise might have been because they got caught up in the surf.  I started to write a poem in my head.....this is the result of that.

Follow me to the azure sea,
to white sands rich and warm…
with tiny shells, and weathered glass,
washed up from storm to storm.

Follow me to sun kissed cliffs,
to rocky, cozy, nooks,
where fossils are a lasting print
like pages on stone books.

Follow me to frothy waves,
that sing a soft, sweet sigh...
We’ll dance on balmy breezes,
pay homage to the sky.

Follow me to endless dreams,
to what is meant to be.
We’ll take a breath, we’ll bow our heads..
surrender to the sea.

oh NO...SNOW!!

A few weeks ago, I wrote this and neglected to post it.  Unlike my son, Eric, who seems to love the beauty of all seasons, for me winter is a countdown to spring, and pretty much, only that....

I have never been a fan of winter...or snow....or even Christmas.  I start stressing about the entire season already in August and have often wished that I could hide in a closet until it's all over.  BUT....when the snow is newly fallen and fresh, the beauty is breathtaking.For the past two days, we've experienced our first heavy lake effect snowfall.  Most areas were hit really hard, some worse than others, and some, had hardly a dusting.  The snow itself is heavy and last night when I went to bed, I could hear a crackling sound, which turned out to be a tree in our yard that had given way to the weight of the snow.  We were awakened at 4am by the sound of a chainsaw.....our neighbor was without electricity because one of his trees had fallen on the wires, and the electric company was cutting the tree away. The sunny morning brought an awesome beauty of a winter wonderland.  Everything was covered; the snow covered trees were bowing down and the sound was crisp.  Now tell me, how can I not love this grandeur?