Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward, strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
Big white butterfly!
Already it is October, and the wind blows strong to the sea from the hills where snow must have fallen, the wind is polished with snow.
Here in the garden, with red geraniums, it is warm, it is warm but the wind blows strong to sea-ward, white butterfly, content on my shoe!
Will you go, will you go from my warm house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings, black dotted,
As up an invisible rainbow, an arch till the wind slides you sheer from the arch-crest and in a strange level fluttering you go out to sea-ward, white speck!
3 responses to “Butterfly ~”
Very lovely poem. 🤗❤️Joni (I too am a lover of the butterfly)
“May all the butterflies kiss your face” shalom😌😌
So much beauty in creation …..thank you God Amen