You

• Kiara Parkinson, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2014

You’re the butterfly in spring
So fragile and fleeting.
My escape and retreat
A pattern repeating.

The warm summer showers.
A rare brief respite.
When I'm scared and downtrodden
You’re my white knight.

When the rain comes down heavy
And I can’t see my path.
When I'm lost, far from home
You are my hearth.

It’s autumn, I'm falling
I just can’t hold on.
You make me stay,
Wait through to the dawn.

In the storm I can’t handle
Pushed around like a leaf.
You’re the eye of my hurricane
Temporary relief.