Morning encounter...

"If anyone desires a wish to come true, they must capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.
Since they make no sound, they can’t tell the wish to anyone but the Great spirit.
So by making the wish and releasing the butterfly, it will be taken to the heavens and be granted."
Amerindian legend.

No capture today 

Just about a rescue

From the ice cold path

Fragile shuddering frozen one

Could not help picking you up carefully

Between my woollen gloved hands

A temporary nest for your last breaths

How did you make it that far ?

So frail yet so enduring

Soon fluttering inside my cupped palms

You held on when I tried to release you

So tiny yet so determined

Took you home

By the kitchen window

Beneath the December morning sun 

Your last resting place

Until the time comes to reach the other side

So ephemeral yet so powerful