Butterflies In Her Garden

Butterflies flit around her garden
Landing a midget of a second.
Startled by every movement

Dashing away at all sounds.
Quivering with excitement.
Beautifying the lilacs, 
Sprinkling themselves among the zinnias.

Savoring the knock-out roses.
Increasing the aura of the garden
Whispering their sincerity in butterfly flitters.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Lindley Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 4:28 PM
Thank you for this great poem! As it so reminds me of our mother, now gone two years. She dearly loved her garden , its colorful flowers and bright, flying butterflies.. A fav.. a glowing gem to me.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 6:57 PM
You are welcome. I am honored, being a garden queen in the summer time. When I was a child if you did not garden four hours in the morning, you did not swim in the afternoon. I had no idea how GREEN my thumb was until I began planting yards and gardens. I am so into this stuff butterflies and dragonflies light on me.
Gilmour Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 1:38 AM
I can see those beautiful butterflies as I read your sweet poem on a grey rainy day in the UK. It is bringing summer to mind and has really lifted me Caren - thanks, with kindest thoughts Ann xx
Krutsinger Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 2:37 PM
We need summer here today, Ann. It is a mere fifteen degrees, but with the windchill it FEELS like ten degrees below zero.
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