She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

The Scent Of Home

Butterfly remembers the flowers of home
Flits among shades and familiar scents
Pauses to drink the loveliness in
A strong gust blows it away
Days of confusion, searching- hoping
Peril and a broken wing-
Crawling back to comfort once more
The night turns into dawn

©️ M. Patterson 30.11.25

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