Garden of Butterflies
Chrysalis stir, wings ache to fly
sweet nectar calling them to take to the sky
Koi mouths agape, come sit in the shade
reflection pool ripples where wishes were made.
Butterflies free in the warm summer breeze
landing on shoulders of walkers.
Don't touch their wings, their most valuable things,
like these Japanese fish to their water.
Delicate creatures, passionate brood
decorating blossoms while they gather their food.
Brevity of life, this unexpected delight
heightens my senses, a feast for my sight.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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