Now go and find
The secrets wrapped up’
Tenderly, excitedly, seductively
I run laughing to find them
Amongst the dewy trees
Amongst the Spring flowers
Laying by the canal
Primroses yellow and buttercups
The heaviness of hay tickling my nose,
Bunnies peeking then scampering into burrows.
I find the present amongst the sparkling grass
All shiny silver with a metallic blue bow,
Competing with the glittering grass
Holding it in my hand, I stare at it, smiling,
And then pull one bow tip.
The knot comes undone slowly
I feel the rough silver tread in the blue bow on my fingertips
The silver paper comes away and inside is
A large jar
Full of beautiful butterflies.
I hold them up to the light
The rays bounce off the magical dusty colours
I know not whether to
keep them in the jar
To try and keep the beautiful gift
Or let them go.
But really, I know, I have to let them go,
Because if I don’t they will die.
I twist the lid and the butterflies hover calmly
Before fluttering all around me.
They are not scared
They just flutter and rest on my arms
One settles on the back of my hand
And I see the turquoise glint
In the royal blue shapes.
Then they fly, high,
The wings flapping goodbye and thank you
And I am left in awe.