My mom loved butterflies. And she loved this song.
You might wake up some morning
to the sound of something
moving past your window in the wind.
And if you’re quick enough to rise
you’ll catch the fleeting glimpse
of someone’s fading shadow.
Out on the new horizon,
you may see the floating motion
of the distant pair of wings;
and if the sleep has left your ears
you might hear footsteps
running through an open meadow.
Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you.
It’s only me pursuing something I’m not sure of
across my dreams with nets of wonder,
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.
These pictures were taken recently through our bedroom window. Seeing a butterfly almost always reminds me of Mom. It’s a happy reminder.
these days of mine 
I, too, always think of Mom when I see butterflies! Now I’ll probably hear that song within a few days. I think someone on The Weather Channel read your blog about “Brown Eyed Girl” because within a couple of days, it was played on the local weather segment. I’ve NEVER heard it on there before!!
What a beautiful piece! Thank you for making this connection to the song. You make me tear up thinking about “chasing the elusive butterfly”. I do love to start my day here at “These Days…” Such a very nice job!
I’m with georgette, love to start my day here! Such sweet sentiments and lovely photos!
Beautiful photos and song. I love butterflies. There are definitely one of nature’s most beautiful creatures and I often think of people near and dear to my heart when I see them too.
gorgeous pictures, wonderful memory. i have one on my foot, to sympolize the things i want to remember. this swallowtail is a beauty!!!
Good morning, Dianna. I love the photos, butterflies are so delicate and pretty. The song is playing in my mind as I read the words…beautiful!
My mom loved butterflies too. During her own grief process after my dad died, butterflies became a very important symbol for her. Every single time I see a butterfly now, I am somehow comforted.
Thanks for posting these beautiful words and pictures!
I’m still in TN and when butterflies land on people here they say it’s a sign of good luck. Your pictures are lovely.
These photos are beautiful. Wonderful song too. I also think of my Mom whenever I see butterflies.
Very pretty…
very beautiful.
I also think of her when I see one … great pics from the window, and very well suited to the lyrics!
How lovely. Thanks Dianna!
What a beautiful reminder of your Mom. Butterflies are like silent angels fluttering around bringing us smiles with their bright colors. Sweet post. 🙂
Beautiful. Nothing like little gifts of love from heaven.
woah… show’s you how old we are! Thanks Diane
How interesting this butterfly makes you think of your mother. From my mom’s funeral, to our travel home, and one day when I returned to work, and happened to be in the showroom covering for the receptionist, a perfect, big tiger swallowtail kept making an appearance. Whenever I see one, I remember the comfort I felt when I saw it during those tough days. That’s a beautiful song, too. Thanks for the reminder, Dianna.
Such a special way to think of your Mom — beautiful wings in flight. And the pictures are amazing!!
Beautiful photographs, words, and song. It has been many years since I’ve heard this one. I thoroughly enjoyed the trip. Thank you for giving me a smile and a some moments of pleasure!
What beautiful thoughts!