Tag: Butterfly

The windshield bore witness on their behalf
While the speeding  wheels  scrambled over the hills
Laden with flower gardens on the  right and patches of  beautiful crops on the left.
It welcomed the spring that began its journey
From city side to the scenic locale of this little town
Away from the hustle of the traffic
To the tapered sky-flakes that almost hugged the earth
 
The windshield saw them through the skimmed mire
To  the massy blocks  of brawny  sands
The sun that broke into their hesitance and awkwardness
To the savage wind that nipped at their cheeks
He sat them down several times
To break the ice and resurrect the forgotten bloom
But , like the sweep change in temperatures,
They preferred to cling towards the opposite ends
 
Late evening , they had reached the arch of a new haven
A journey worth being pleased
A winged butterfly was the first to approach them
sitting on the bonnet with absolute ease.
She was Lady Blue, fluttering her wings
Watching  them with immaculate admiration.
The windshield grabbed this opportunity
To zoom in more focus to get a clear view of the beauty.
 
Under  the crescent of the sun began to set
Lady Blue greeted  them with  her golden lined wings
As they stepped out to her  courtyard
There was neither a rainbow nor any dewdrops to gasp
But the windshield heard the slight flutter of a heart.
 
This spring had dawned during a hazy dusk,
In those beseeching eyes which searched each other for unsaid words
The seed of forlorn love which finally  shed its cover
And there bloomed a butterfly yearning for his nectar.
As they kissed to a new beginning, something fluttered
Amidst the radiant smiles and enriched souls
Two  hearts and two witnesses
Lady blue sweetly resting on her bosom
While the windshield proudly captured this memory!