It is the butterfly
on velvet wings
that makes an
ordinary blossom
enchanting.
In silence it drinks of life
while gracing the garden
with a poem in flight.
Hands reach for the verses
of beauty’s metamorphosis
with hope their dreams
will break through
the cocoons they sleep in.
Summer races
around the sun
arriving too quickly
at its burnt ending.
Soon the butterfly
will take its leave
and eyes must
wait for spring
to read another poem
written with wings.
10 comments:
Lovely...I especially like:
gracing the garden with a poem in flight
and...
wait for spring to read another poem written with wings
..so nice, sweetly written.
They ARE poems with wings, aren't they? And you know I love them same as you do. :-)
The grace of a butterfly in flight to the delights of poetry! A brilliant twist to the 2 episodes of color. Nicely written Susie! We'll eagerly wait for spring!
Hank
sweet!
Thank you for the big joyful smile this poem brought.
This is a great poem. Truly the flowers are made beautiful by the butterflies.
oh! i love the poem in flight!
so lovely!
♥
Ooh, I really like this:
"arriving too quickly
at its burnt ending"
So lovely like the butterfly itself....
This was so lovely...I loved all of your words, but the ending sings~
It had a timid trepidation feel...
I loved it :D
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