As the sun began to tuck itself in
behind the mountains,
it sent out sparkles of joy light reminders
on its way.
A single ray beamed strongly forward,
a glistening image of two shimmering,
softly greened butterflies,
sharply outlined in red.
They paused separately for a soft, sure
moment in time and space
before uniting,
then blending with sun and sky
as one sure whole.
Margery Layton
1-90
