Fluttering Fantasy

Beneath billowing clouds

On a sunny day in spring,

Her tiny, fluttering presence

Flooded the scope

Of the garden -

Stealing in,

Wrapping ’round and filling

My heart

Like sunshine,

Dew on flowers,

And the lightest warmth

Of a breeze.

Softly, her wings

Whispered

In the spectrum

Of afternoon’s fading light,

Penning tales of enchantment

And illustrating pages

made of dreams.

I watched,

Mesmerized and enraptured

By her fairy like approach,

A fantasy not often witnessed

While ever sure

The spin of the earth

Paused, too -

In sheer wonder -

Much like the

Beat of my heart.