tiny yellow inspiration

its funny how the simple sight
of a tiny yellow butterfly
maybe not even a butterfly, perhaps a moth
can lift my spirits so wonderfully high
that she steals my breath and
inspires me,
and helps me notice the chilly wind
on my cheek and the fact that the leaves
are pretty much gone
flitting around in the tree and to the ground
she beats her wings like there is no wind
and no branches, and no birds to eat her
she beats her wings like she has somewhere to go
like she's late for a ball
or to give a speech and accept an award
on moth equality and butterfly rights
she beats her wings like she's been inspired
by the chill in the air and the falling leaves
and the bluest blue the sky could be
she reminds me of life as she flits around me