4.30.2013

whither the Wind

About
butterflies
catching dreams,
enveloping friends,
gloaming heavenward
in just knowing--
love may never
only pine quickly--
rather,
staying tucked
under verdant winds,
xanthous--
your zephyr.

For 1 to 30, A to Z, the last Real Toads prompt for National Poetry Writing Month. This is poem number thirty! Raise a cheer! (Or a Z!)