Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward, br strong beyond the garden-wall! br Butterfly, why do you settle on my br shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe, br Lifting your veined wings, lifting them? br big white butterfly! br br Already it is October, and the wind br blows strong to the sea br from the hills where snow must have br fallen, the wind is polished with br snow. br Here in the garden, with red br geraniums, it is warm, it is warm br but the wind blows strong to sea-ward, br white butterfly, content on my shoe! br br Will you go, will you go from my warm br house? br Will you climb on your big soft wings, br black-dotted, br as up an invisible rainbow, an arch br till the wind slides you sheer from the br arch-crest br and in a strange level fluttering you go br out to sea-ward, white speck! br br br Anonymous submission.