Coeds Poem by Dianne Feaver

September will bring butterflies
in artless flight from country lanes
on dew soft wings as yet untried
to quietly wait the season's change.
Now, what brings them here to city streets,
to fencepost, rail and concrete step? -
while, on boulevards, we chance to meet
their lanky-legs and velvet tread
and dare not speak or move or breathe
and lose this moment rarely had.
They grace us here in crosswalk light
and soothe the cooling shadows there
with an innocence and winged delight
that warms the heart of Autumn air.