A chance encounter with a blue butterfly

As time moves on, and my father's birthday appears just a few days away I am reminded of the blue butterfly, pictured here,  that I encountered just after my dad died. I was walking down a path and it was sitting on the ground waiting for me. Then, as I approached it, the blue butterfly became airborn, and flew circles around me, flap flap flap, then dropped to the ground in front of me. Then it took off again, across the creek and away into the world to visit someone else whose heart was broken. To bring joy and hope. Transformation and change.

Here's what I read about the blue butterfly:

"Butterflies in general have many meanings within different cultures, with the most common being symbols for life, love, change or rebirth. Butterflies are also popularly thought to symbolize a person's essence, or soul, either past, present or future. The color blue in a butterfly is often thought to symbolize joy, color or a change in luck. Sometimes a blue butterfly is viewed as a wish granter."

I wrote this poem.

A chance encounter with a blue butterfly

There was a blue butterfly
Waiting for me on the path
To speak to me about transformation and change

It was blue, yes, but blue? No
For it was busy flying around me
In a circle of life surrounding me embracing me
 
There was a blue butterfly
That spoke to me about hope
Before winging itself away like the wind and a sail
 
There was a blue butterfly
Waiting for me on the path
To speak to me about transformation and change

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