Butterflies

Silent souls in silvery, shimmery gossamer
glide gleefully through the garden;
lifting loftily, laughingly in faltering flaps
as they flit from flow'r to flow'r.

In iridescent irises, rambling roses
tube tongue uncurls tentatively
sipping sweet, syrupy nectar voraciously
to nourish the fragile frame.

Princely purples, wedding white, vibrant orange;
Clownish colors catch the morning light
adding artistic articulation of movement
to the delicate dancers.

Comments

sora said…
bery beautiful boetry. (you alliterate with much more grace than i : )

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