Kinship

Butterflies

Two visitors on new treads are we,
Whom live and breathe so differently.
Courteous greetings we do exchange,
Finding each other curious and strange;
You smell of southern breeze and hospitable folk,
I of northern ice and more suspicious looks.
Yet gladly we sup the same nectar dew
And in this spring, we are renewed.
From cocooned sleep we’ve both shed the past
And walk together on a summery path.