Visiting a butterfly exhibit in a local garden area, I was struck how the butterfly and a poem are similar. Both are dull before they take flight. Lifting us higher in the turn of a wing or phrase. They change our understanding while sharing an experience with others. With poetry and butterflies, we are lifted in ming and spirit. Take a moment today to appreciate the gift of nature. If you are moved, write down your observations. This could be a start of a journal to find ideas for poems. Can’t see? Use your imagination and your other senses to create a moment caught in time. Enjoy the coming month to expand and take time to hear, smell, taste and feel . Write them down before they disappear…
like a butterfly.
poem
Buckeye Convention
Sun streams in flooding ferns with light.
Thousands of blue insects move in zigzag flight.
Whisper movement passes by.
To the apple slices tied and hung.
One mottled brown flyer rests nearby.
Pausing to sip a sugar brew.
Startled by another, change to blue in flight.
It lifts skyward, joining others.
Sapphire jewels amid the plantings.
Against the window panes, invisible to the eye, they hide.
Reappear near my side.
With six inch wing spans hide in foliage when they land.
carolaspot@aol.com copyrighted 3/20/25
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