No Witness
Its beauty pierced me as an ice shard.
It landed on the garden gate.
And I should never have to discard
A feeling now hard to relate.
No witness came to help remember
the colors sparkling as the night.
On a day in late November
a butterfly shining so bright.
Linda Anthony Hill
Pixabay
written for The Kudos short poem contest
#kudospoetry
A good poem with the rhyme.
Keep up built your writing skill! Have a great day, @lahvista