From The Lab

Hibernating Butterflies

Draped in oranges, yellows, and reds,
Casually, they flutter together;
Bright, beautiful, rarely seen,
All dependent on the weather.

Fresh-faced, lively, a spring in the step,
An energy brighter than any seen,
Wrapped in flowing, patterned silk,
Fitting forms of lovely dreams.

The sun is high and the air is rich,
So pretty creature spread your wings,
But please continue through the cooler months,
For your subtle absence gently stings.