Delicate Butterflies

A free verse poem about butterflies

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They do not knock when they arrive—

They drift in,

like sighs given shape,

like petals changing their minds mid-fall.

Wings stitched from quiet thunderstorms

and borrowed sunlight,

they flicker between seconds,

fold time with each gentle pulse.

No need for maps or reasons—

They wander where the wind hums softest,

where flowers lean in as if to listen

to a language older than blooming.

You could spend a life

trying to hold one—

But they were never meant

for hands or cages or endings.

Just here,

and then gone,

leaving behind only

the idea of wonder.

By Brittany Benko

From: United States

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