Butterflies and Marshes Mellow
I dreamt I was a butterfly
Dressed up in pink and white
I flew over a field of marshes mellow
And sprinkled clouds of white
Enchanting them into butterflies.
A field of butterflies we were
Of pretty pink and white
Till the sun came out and ran about
Melting us back to marshes mellow.
I woke up with a flying start
And caught a glimpse of my candy jar
I opened the lid, and out came a wrapper with butterflies
I unwrapped the butterflies and found a marsh mellow.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment