17 November 2012

♡ Butterly Poem ♡

Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred –
I tried to focus; nothing ever solid
Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked
An eye to try again. Through the mist
A coloured hue; polychromatic flames
Had flickered at a whim; a rhythm bore
A thrumming too: a naturalistic hymn.
Behold! Were I to find a synonym to
Reproduce or recreate
The apparition of a butterfly, 
Evolving through the waning vapour, 
Drawing on a sigh from this romantic. 
Glory be! The raging sun above
Had fired his furnace, flaming off
The hangers on. Now I saw the flare: 
His time has come. He spread a tortoiseshell –
A scene of Mother Nature at her best.
I lay in peace in knowing I was blessed.

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