there is one heart
I wish to make sing
the one with the artfully painted wings
I Bloom For Butterflies
Seen With A Sigh Of Awe
petals and wings
are ephemeral things
pulling on our heart strings
The Butterfly’s Season
floating
’round the blossoms
courting beauty
While Monarchs Have Departed The Butterfly Bush Blooms On
the nourishment
of beauty
soul food
Dahlias In The Background
bookends of summer
monarchs on
Buddleia
Into the light
all flights of fancy are grounded
until the sun dries dew from wings