A butterfly
flutters on a breeze
into my garden
Delicate wings
propel her toward
the overflowing
pink petunias below
Entranced, she circles
the beckoning petals,
buoyed by their promise
of nectar and rest
Black opal wings
like sails on a lake
fill suddenly with
the whimsy of wind
Aloft again, yet undeterred
the breeze traveler
ascends beyond
the garden in search
of another soft landing.
© Sarah Porwoll 2019
This is beautiful. Keep it up. Your stories too.
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You truly have a gift.
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