Fritillary
I flit and flutter
on the wind
blown
as the spirit leads
drawn by colour
and intense needs
my journee
erratically unfolds-
I alight,
spread my wings
in still life
to make
poets sing.
A sixain inspired by a garden view on holdiday recently and by Wordsworth poem 'The
Butterfly
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