Today the last butterfly of summer has died
it simply dropped down near my feet.
I suppose the time had come for it’s final glide
as there are too few flowers left to meet.

– – – bestel de bundel en lees het hele gedicht – – –

I realized that there’s some beauty in death
when it comes after such a useful life.
After all, it had surely given it all it’s best
and now lost it’s last reasons to strive.