with wings of spun glass,
you flit about the grass
and land on my hand.
Small pearls hang in poplars,
honeysuckle perfumes a breeze,
the swallowtail zigzagging--
fairy of the flowers.
Drinking the marigold's mystery,
there are jewels on your body,
you flutter in the air
with wings like spun glass.
When wild strawberries droop
on the woodland trail,
and the rain crow lifts songs,
you flit about the grass.
In shimmering robes of silk
that catch the sunlight,
you fold your wings
and land on my hand.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
10 comments:
Brenda, I really this poem. It may be one of your best yet. Thank you for sharing with your readers. Hope you're enjoying this warm spring. :)
Butterflies are very special to me and this is a beautiful poem. Your words bring to life a view of the butterfly fluttering around your world. Blessings to you and your Mother.
I love this poem Brenda. It describes a beautiful butterfly so well.
Such a cheery and perfect poem for a butterfly. Love the photo as well. Not sure where you live, but what kinds of butterflies do you have in your area? Anything unusual?
Lovely. I do like the 'fairy of the flowers.' :-)
so beautiful.
That is beautiful, Brenda! I was enjoying seeing the butterflies again until all the rain started! Oh, well, the flowers and plants and trees love it.
Lovely post!
Beautiful photo and poem, Brenda. Very nicely done!
What beautiful pictures you paint with your poetry!
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