rising to the skies
red wings amongst evergreens
butterfly unrest
a citrine sun quest
off to sweet destinations
sounds of noonday gong
shadows are waiting
the day is so still and warm
......
I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun,
As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one.
I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way,
For wild places beckoned to me, as Saturday calls to Sunday.
After a colossal struggle, at last I had emerged victorious,
And leaving soft pupa behind, I was soon sunshine delirious!
I fluttered here and there, exploring all on red hued wings,
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Colors chase the sun into evening ~ its reflection in risen moon.
blooms glow sunset hues
gold time has stopped in magic
and pretty tree songs
Purple butterflies exude fragrance in their wake,
like dressed up ladies, off into shadows opaque.
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The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat, holds all in a dreamy thrall,
Until dazzling golden skies, have darkened to a rich umber.
The blue jays meet there daily, in a big conference of colors,
Warbling their joys and concerns, amongst the hued blooms,
While red butterflies attend other gatherings, at other hours,
In the lemony air of sunny days, redolent in spicy perfumes.
wildflowers noonday
sunshine song colors of spring ~
butterflies meadow
Colors chase the sun into evening ~ its reflection in risen moon.
blooms glow sunset hues
gold time has stopped in magic
and pretty tree songs
Purple butterflies exude fragrance in their wake,
like dressed up ladies, off into shadows opaque.
......
A time of tulips
Pink cherry blossom thrills too
Refreshing rains roar
In age of red butterflies
Looking to deep golden hours
There was an old woman, who lived in town,
She had seven cats, all of whom wore frowns,
When crimson butterflies left, each sundown,
Off to their sweet dreams in the thistledown.
Much more fun to run in sun and green grass,
Than going to bed, with pearl moon, at last;
But, in puss dreams, butterflies made a splash,
They were all colors flying, while cats dashed!
At the pretty park, the amber sun was shining,
As I sat among the orange blooms of the June,
Berry blue sky and lake looked to be entwining,
As sunset paused, in its hued, dreamy cocoon.
Joyfully, I watched redbirds and butterflies play,
In one of life's flawless, spontaneous moments,
Myriad and lovely, coming once, and going away.
Allowing to memory hence, precious fragments.
Exhilaration!
Feet pounding windswept pavements
people thrilled to run.
Red butterflies in tandem-
Invigorated heartbeats.
Day to satin night
on every viable route
energetic youth!
Pretty, fleeting scenery
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