She fought the gorgeous storm
with all her delicate strength
Spent and tired, at last she fell
giving in to the mighty wind.
Though her wings were fragile yet strong
she waged the battle but had little chance
against the tempest that swirled all around
and hearing the plaintive call of death’s song
she plummeted to earth amidst the squall.
I found her the day after
lying in the grey sand
still life of beautiful death
with amber wings tattered
her butterfly soul moved on
she fought with such true courage
through the wild and glorious storm.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Reluctant Poet 