Flutter Bye Bye

Where do they go
When the wind doth blow?

Last week
In the sun
On our lavender
The butterflies were there

Now they are gone

The wind did blow
Yesterday 
And the day before
It was so strong
A proper storm

Where did they go?

The butterflies
Seen up close 
Seem nothing more 
Than fine thread and filigree
Dusted wings
Delicate
Intricate
Collections
Of things 
Strong wind 
Would blow apart

Yet they live on air
And feed
Through
Long spiral tongues
On nectar
That
Sustains them
In ragged dancing
Flight
Light
In the light
Sun and sky filled days

So what does heavy wind do?
Where do butterflies go?
Do they die?
Blown apart 
By air
The thing 
They master
In stillness

I can but wait
For sun and sky
To see if they 
Are still there
In still air