Wanderer butterfly: flying free
Tasting the sweet nectar
Of that flowering Loquat tree
In Angaston: right behind
The doctor's surgery!
Gently blowing warmest breeze
Weeping willow: a bird maybe: I hear
Sun peeking through soft clouds: I feel
Dry walnut leaves rustle on the trees
Is something coming?
Are you telling me?
Is this your warning?
The calm before the storm?
I hear the wind sighing: it is calling me!
Beware!
Though I am warm today
Winter is coming: be prepared!
Enjoy these sun-kissed days
Be amazed: I am here to stay!
Two wanderer butterflies
Dancing on this breeze
Pirouetting around each other
Almost touching: sweetly dipping
Delicately dancing
Upon the softest breeze!
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