I had just come back from Guadalajara…7 days after Luis Antonio’s Passing…

was sitting in this 45 degree winter shade…10:00 AM…next to this willow tree in front of the door…

going through the Sunday paper…when something magic happened…

 

Beautiful butterfly

 

What are you doing around here in this time of the year?

Who let you go…? I usually see your sisters fluttering around in this area…

in the Spring…or Summer time…

 

You look silly, willy and naughty dancing so beautifully…

I wish I could do that…

but my movements are now clumsy and limited by age…not that I could them

when I was young…oh, in addition to the plagues of Winter…

 

Oh, good Sweet Jesus…! you are perching at the edge

of my newspaper…!

This had never happened to me before…

are you looking at me…? because I can not take my eyes off of you.

 

I do not want to breathe, lest I disturb you and make you

go away before I wanted.

You are so beautiful. Your perfect simmetry

is as perfect as this day.

 

I notice that depending on the degree of rising or lowering your wings…

the tone of color of them change…like a kaleidoscope.

That fragility of yours may be deceiving.

You are as powerful as electricity…by eliciting strong emotions.

 

I wish this moment would last forever

but I know it will end shortly.

Are you a fairy…? my brother’s spirit?

 

The sight of a beautiful rainbow

may reach the back of my brain.

But the sight of you

reaches the bottom of my heart.

 

Thank you beautiful butterfly for stopping by.

 

Ernesto Onofre