Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Beauty and the Feast

I watched a yellow butterfly
As it was slowly flitting
Among the garden's flowers
All the while that I was sitting.

It carefully proceeded
From the purples to the reds
While the blossoms, acquiescing,
Seemed to sigh and bow their heads.

Mother Nature is so thoughtful
Giving more than is her duty,
Filling flora with such nourishment
As well as all that beauty.

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Andrea Dietrich August 19, 2017 at 8:27 PM Love that play on words you did, Ilene. So sweet this is!!

Andrea Dietrich August 19, 2017 at 8:26 PM Yes, I saw the Dunkirk movie. one of the best movies of the summer. Now to see your poem!

Robert Johnson August 18, 2017 at 10:40 AM Title and poem? Gimme a break. :) You nailed this. Awesome. :)

Corwin Donovan August 18, 2017 at 1:14 AM Eloquently written. Great poem! :^)

Jan Allison August 17, 2017 at 6:10 PM Mother nature is beautiful and bountiful and your poem about beautiful butterflies is a joy to read Ilene:-) hugs jan xx

Lin Lane August 17, 2017 at 3:42 PM Mother Nature nourishes everything. Having the blossoms bow their heads to butterflies is a lovely thought. Sweet rhyming poetry, Ilene.