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A globe of amber in the chalice of your palm,
An offering at summer's end
To all the leaf-lithe moments
Of the green, warm days.
Your gift an immortal moment
From an ancient forest,
Time capsuled unaccountable millenia ago.
A burst of life drunk headily
By blossom and winged wanderer,
Trapped forever in a globe of resin,
Sun-coaxed out of safety into a sticky, eternal trap.
Bee and blossom waiting for the wizard to set them free.
Golden, in eternal sun-spangle,
They rest in your hand.
The gesture of farewell.
You leave the circle, walk through the clearing,
You darken the sun patterns as you go.
You are out of the forest.
I become part of the fossilized chain of the unwary,
Trapped in the leaf and sun of summer's past.
The amber gem of another time.
From An Impact of Butterflies (1997), by Katherine L. Gordon
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