Little Butterflies

Lots of precious little things are like little butterflies. Thoughts, people, memories, kisses. Even great loves can be like butterflies, vibrant and vivid and sometimes elusive. Move too fast and they're gone on a breeze. Linger too long and they change into something bearing no resemblance to their original design. This site is an exploration of my own little butterflies. If you've accidentally landed here, you may as well stay for a moment before fluttering by.
January 8
Again and Again by Rainer Maria Rilke, from Ahead of All Parting: the Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others have fallen: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with heaven.  “Shadows On the Walk” photo from doncon402’s Flickr.  Used with permission.

Again and Again

by Rainer Maria Rilke, from Ahead of All Parting: the Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
have fallen: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with heaven. 

“Shadows On the Walk” photo from doncon402’s Flickr.  Used with permission.