Poem: Of Butterflies
Today I am thinking of butterflies!
I must be longing for spring!
I venture out for photo shots
of butterflies. ( sometimes, for hours.)
They so enchant, with their gossamer wings,
flitting there, among the flowers.
The colors range from soft to bold.
Some showy as a fine spring day!
Other’s beauty, understated,
still, frilly as a fine crochet.
Some are swift, not pausing long,
to sample blooms along the way.
Others linger, just hanging there,
as if their beauty’s on display.
I stand poised, in wonderment,
and reach to touch that softness there.
The contact slight, but oh, so real!
And know the feel of angel hair!