Butterfly Wings

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My sister was Butterfly Woman

The mourning cloak

Red wings darker than the blood we share, limned with dove white

Drifting gently around my face each summer

A reminder that her spirit yet lives

It soars on the currents and dances on the rays of the sun

Another spirit is about to take flight

Her cloak not red, but brightest orange flame

Like her namesake, a spirit rare and endangered 

She spent her life spreading light, and joy, and passion

Like the monarch spreads pollen

Fertilizing, feeding, nourishing

Causes, people, life itself

Her wings have slowed in this world

For now

But her spirit animates them still

For now, that spirit plans its journey

Consults its map

Plots its path to a new garden

Filled with flowers that hold a new pollen

One that nourishes the spirit of this world she loves so much

And so, soon,

She will gather her wings

And she will take flight

And when summer comes

And you feel that gentle touch on your face

But cannot see the wings themselves

You will know that it is she

Nourishing your soul

We love you, Cedwyn.

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