Spring Butterflies

...hot air filled my lungs and my shallow head.

Spring Butterflies

Spring Butterflies colored my world
and fluttered in my tummy.
Then, the inevitable misunderstandings
and lackluster attitudes crept in on us.
Your lips met mine for the last time,
and I felt the Spring air turn warmer.
Summer came, and hot air filled
my lungs and my shallow head.
Soon, the leaves began to change;
to betray their original colors.
Then with each that fell, a memory
of you happened into my heart, it's
beauty scattering my thoughts.
'O wintry night, what will you bring?
The warmth of love and passion?
Or perhaps a cold and desolate snowstorm?
These intervals of change ebb and flow,
naivetè hovers in the wing
and wisdom is dismissed without regard.
Another attempt at finding
something from nothing.
Whatever did happen to those
Spring Butterflies?