Icy Butterflies 7

th
Grade

Outside, in the freezing weather,
a tiny snowflake falls.
No one notices
one in a million.
No matter what,
it becomes.
Over once, twice
finding its wings
an icy butterfly is born.
Covered in frost,
the work of a miracle,
the bearer of greatness.
Unsteady flight,
invisible fluttering;
A chilly kiss
into an explosion of warmth.
No fear,
Bright and cheery
A tall tree, covered in candles
uncountable cousins, aunts, uncles
gaze into the maze of gifts:
Red, Green, Blue, Gold
and a bow on top.
Mama enters
with a steaming Christmas ham.
Excitement rises,
our unseen guest takes his cue.
The great excitement,
bright lights,
loud noises,
never notices-
cursed to be like all the rest.
Through an open window
joy and love,
left behind from a butterflys travels.
Gaze back
on a little girl-
Eyes get big
Face against the glass,
as one little butterfly
carries a sleigh home.
Sweet old gentleman
big red suit
a Ho, Ho, Ho
at the powerful wings below.
A grateful Rudolph
whistles to the rest of the team-
with one great jump,
watch out world,
we have liftoff.
Utter bliss,
cut through the icy wind.
Iridescent wings
dip the snow-
She is a tiny dolphin
in an ocean of white.
Up, down,
new rider.
A man from the snow,
bright, shrill laugh
Jack Frosts tools etch flowers:
a new design into her beautiful wings.
Slowing down,
and we watch by as he makes a stop.
Every winter night,
Jacks job continues.
Tonight, he has a visitor.
This window is finished,
and a new masterpiece awaits.
Beautiful wings
drop off a friend,
Flip through the sky,
joy in a heart
smaller than a watch battery.
See another house
enter a window touched by Jack.
Inside, two people cannot see
the cold outside
or the spy who has entered:
A roaring fire
with the heat of a lion.
The two sit down
and lay in each others arms,
the hat tickling their toes.
Cocoa chasing cold away
and a kiss to seal it all.
Unexpectedly,
a diamond twinkles with loves
passion.
Onto a finger,
an engagement begins.
This time, leaving is hesitant
but we have one more stop.
We flit into formation
and join our snowflake friends,
all tiny whispers in the wind.
Were back into a building,
this one colder than the rest,
but blankets and hay warm those
within.
Down, down, ending our last flight
onto the tip of a childs nose.
he coos, and smiles,
and a teenage mother wonders
how a butterfly
got into icy Bethlehem.