New Hope

I've dreamt last night that three attempts were made 

that would make one of my dearest dreams

[in real life]

come true.

The third attempt was a success.

So I went through my chores today

with more hope than I've had of late.

While I was busy getting rid of the muck and dirt
produced by daily life

 ...

a little white butterfly appeared from among the garbage bins.

Even 'though the weather's wet, cold and windy

and the butterfly season is over.

This white ethereal creature

performed a little dance and settled down

on a dark gray tile.

Only one inch from my bare foot.

Jo