BUTTERFLIES ARE MELANCHOLY,
BECAUSE THEY HAVE SO LITTLE TIME TO LIVE,
MOVING WITH GRACE AND SERENITY,
SLOWLY FLUTTERING FRAGILE WINGS,
FLITTING FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER ON A WHIMSICAL FLIGHT PATH,
SO THE WORLD CAN SEE THEIR INFINITE LOVELINESS,
THE TRUTH OF A BUTTERFLY’S BEAUTY IS REVEALED,
STARTLED BY A BLINK, OR A ZEPHYR,
THE KALEIDOSCOPE OF BUTTERFLIES INTERMINGLE, TO FORM A PAINTERS PALETTE,
EXUDING A WARMTH TO ALL HEARTS THAT SEE,
THE BITTERSWEET BUTTERFLY.
FIONA
One of nature’s greatest gifts Fiona. The butterfly can keep your attention for long time with its beauty. When I see the first one of the year I know Summer is on its way. Enjoyed the poem.
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Thank you so much Davy. I adore butterflies, one of natures joy.
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Thank you Davy. I agree we should reap the joy each day brings .
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come delight in Fiona’s exquisite – “Butterfly Daze”
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Thank you so much. You are too good to me Mr S ❤️😘
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You are so welcome, My Dear Fiona!! If I was really too good to you . . . . well, you know! LOL!
Chuck
xoxo
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You’re pretty awesome Chuck x
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Same goes for you, My Dear!
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