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Where Do The Butterflies Go

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Where Do The Butterflies Go

Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns

The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?

They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown

A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?

Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade

And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air

It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go

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  1. Date: 2/4/2013 8:50:00 AM
    WOW. The imagery here is astounding! Such an interesting theme too! Great job :)

  1. Date: 9/21/2012 12:15:00 PM
    Butterflies are a welcome sight in my garden as well. I love the comparisons with butterflies which are often used to describe philosophy. My favorite one is: “Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder…”– Thoreau. I am pleased that you have named so many different butterflies here. As life goes on, we are assured that the next spring the butterflies will be back.

  1. Date: 5/8/2012 9:28:00 AM
    A beautiful write Michael - I can't wait for the swallow tails to return!

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 9:00:00 PM
    Such a lovely poem I fluttered away with it, hugs vie

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 8:43:00 PM
    So much magic painted here. A perfect portrait in every way! Great job

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 7:52:00 PM
    Michael, very touching and heartfelt.. I think much butterflies fly through the night when we are asleep... Your garden will find the go go soon. that is what life is all about change with the season and wind.. Life how magical... enjoyed..pd