Iron Butterfly

The sea ages all things metal and wood. This “iron” butterfly was once yellow. I scrubbed the redwood door last year and it went from dark to light. In the meantime my hair has gone all white, but then I am not all metal or wood, simply thankful for each day, an emotion I don’t have to think about.Peace.

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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