It Is Not Unusual
a yellow butterfly in January; I thought maybe that was unusual, when I woke up this morning as I always do, to the sound of hard rain against leaves outside my window skew from green, to yellow, to red, on one stem you may guess the red is near dead from the end but, as I approached it, I could clearly see, a life not clinging as you might think it be, and this yellow butterfly, sitting on top of it, so lightly, and gently flapping its wings non stop, albeit, finally broke said red leaf, sending them both to a surface less grand, and you guessed it, right here where I stand, on a first day, of a new year, I have helped end a life times two! Do you see the problem?
When You Were Mine 
hey! where did you go?