Rhyme and Reason

It felt like a walk without purpose,
not even a dog by my side,
but the lane was flanked with flowers
fit for a fairy bride,
while wrens sang out their secrets,
invisible in their hide

of hawthorn leaf and berry –
a safely thorny bed.
Then I came upon a butterfly,
caught in a spider's thread:
to free the creature – that was why
to this path I was led.

© Celia Warren 2019