The eucalyptus leaves laden with snow
Distorting it's natural shape
Whilst perched on the white slope
Looks like someone who
Has carried a bad conscience
For many years
Like a relentless winter.

How has this butterfly
Found my shoulder
To flutter around
Brushing my face
with its wings
Blowing my hair around.
From the corner of my eye, I see
Flashes of blue and black
As it momentarily flys back
And forth