An Hour Ago

An Hour Ago

The thunderstorm rages
this night alive
with electric spears
and deafening winds
Rolling black clouds
Childrens fears
Battered faces
weary limbs
fighting for balance
cocooned in a veil
of protection
unneeded
an hour ago
unheeded
the warnings
and this strange guilt
I feel
in releasing
that powder winged butterfly
into a sultry
safe evening
from its prison
of billowing lace
in my window
an hour ago.