I left in late spring days...

My hair still smelled
of cold drizzling rain

Memory of the rainbow
symbolized a promise
Reflections of the past and future
Playful time...

I gave myself permission to feel both
joy and sorrow

And here I am – back

Nature didn’t wait for me
All seems so different now
grown... full of new seeds

And even though I’m finding
myself on the same track
I’m more hidden in the high grass

A butterfly,
who had just flirted with me
for a one beautiful moment
Left in me deep feelings...

And I longed to catch him badly
But before I could say his full name again
He was gone...