Friday, March 15, 2019

Butterfly, Butterfly


Photo by OlinEJ on pixabay


Before me you flutter by.
Again and again I see you.
In a blur of painted wings
and spring energy you rise.

It is as if by magic you have
multiplied, become millions
hovering over the land that has
become sun once again.

Weeks upon weeks of rain
have nourished broken ground,
brought forth wild blooms.
Deserted land has risen in

bouquets of petals and wings.
I turn and turn in fields of
flowers as I walk down the
street in a dream of butterflies.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott

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