Butterflies greet mornings with silent songs
Pride and hope follow their flights' trails
Butterfly wings carry childrens' laughter
Nets shake when one catches a glimpse
Diversions forever in constant motion
Butterflies swallow colors of the world
They climb ladders to sapphire skies
Above midnight trees, they flit and flock
When I close my eyes, they dance across my lids
Butterfly dreams cease in winter frost
In bright yellow spring, they wake
with groggy, honey- hungry bears
On sunny summer days, they frolic
in bountiful flower gardens
In flaming fall they return to leaves















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(I'm guessing you didn't edit, because there are a couple of typos that spellcheck would fix).
Quite amazing.
As does your lovely poem.
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We have a butterfly bush in the small landscaped bed outside our apartment. Yesterday I was treated to some whimsical joy as I watched a monarch swoop and glide, swoop and glide, swoop and glide. The orange and black of the wing designs stood out so well against the pale blue of the clear sky.
Thought I'd share that little story since your poem brought the memory so clearly back to me.
Blessings
Love and hugs always - S.
"Butterflies greet mornings with silent songs" and
"Butterflies swallow colors of the world."
Such striking word pictures these are.
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