Butterfly Fragment

Orange, and black
Fluttering wings
Over the painted highlands
Pounded on heavy winds
Alighting to heights
Tossing on blonde fields
Caught in the cloud gathering blue horizon.

Catapulting the hard glass,
Sucked into an invisible vortex of memory
Of nature’s wetness and heft,
Of infancy and Spring.

Powdering the glass
In yellowy red particles
Paper confetti on the cool roadside
Fallen from Autumn’s parade.