Una Mariposa Blanca

Its appearance was the first thing that caught my eye as I step outside to breathe
Flying and jostling its body in what would appear to be random aerodynamic patterns
White
With symmetrical wings
I chased after it at first, but I slowed my pursuit until I became and observer of it
At first I thought it was afraid of me, then it started to play with me
Encircling my body at my feet and my head
Sometimes it would fly off a couple of feet and then come back, perhaps searching for flowers to pollinate
It would stop at this piece of red and brown plastic wrapper in the grass-with its wings still flapping faster than my could count the repetitions
I felt like a child, reaching my hand out in different places to see if this beautiful creature would grace me with its presence

They are often seen as signs of transformation

Deadened trees are coming back to life, their once barren and lifeless limbs are now beginning to sprout their respected fruits
All is a cycle of constant change; of renewal and rebirth

A multitude of clouds appear in the young spring day, youthful and with sufficient enough noise that instills that childlike wonder we all have had

In the backdrop, common house finches call and sing and dance at the day
Theirs is currently the only one I can recognize...maybe there are sparrows chirping a out as well

Orange peels pepper the ground, succulent fruits that have provided me a necessary burst of energy; the sun hides its face in the clouds no longer