Monday, July 26, 2021

Spring Flight

 


Theres a butterfly

In the garden.

I saw it lite on

My lilac bush

Hush!

Dont move quickly

I want to watch it

Sip the dew.

Its wing tips are the color of my marigolds

Growing in the borders of the Italian garden under the pines.

A breeze ripples through the Basil.

A chunk of ice clinks against my glass

The dog barks

And hes gone.

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