Sanctuary
Ancient rite
of butterfly migrants
Temporary as transcience
Flipping over borders
Stopping in your green gardens
Knowing they are supported
All they want to do is fly
away from harm
Forests burn behind them
Home is homelessnest
You made a space for them
Welcomed their winged souls in
And they will flip away again
Knowing ancient rituals are knew again
RENEWED IN GREEN April 24, 2008
Thom The World Poet
Photo by Bill Giebitz
