White Butterflies

life pops in and sits a while

     sharing a cup of enchantment and woe

     porch swings and cracked windows

     open doors and unhinged wooden doors

     antiquated locks and furrowed brows

life pops in and sits a while

     pockets brimmed with why not’s

     overflowing possibilities

     roots struggling to reach soil

     images dancing on eyelids

life pops in and sits a while

     dawn’s light beamed on skin

     thawed feelings of ice melting

     clenched fists and open hearts

     feast and famine – cupboard bare

life pops in and sits a while

     rain gorged sadness leaving creases

     metallic storms clanging to earth

     black and white photos without images

     splashed mud and fractured timbers

life pops in and sits a while

     suitcases of chances open wide

     prismatic sunshine on dappled paths

     freckled clouds mirrored on sea

     white butterflies lighting on souls.