The painting that accompanies today's caregiver meditation was done by Liz Wessel, M.S.
Butterfly Rain
The rain that grays
the forest
finds yellow wings
that dart & weave.
Unable to dodge the wet
the butterfly rows beneath
the overhang
of my cabin roof,
fans, waits
for the sun.
When my childhood
hand first closed
on a butterfly
I remember how
his wing dust
sun-brushed my
fingers the way that,
now, the
softening rain
butterflies my
upturned face.
-Erie Chapman
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