Winged Kisses
Bright and blue the dainty butterfly was
Kissing each flower “hello” as she passed
Gently landing on their blooms without pause
She scurried carefree, till enough nectar she’d amassed
Raised in captivity in Georgia’s butterfly pavilion
This sapphire wonder had never seen a storm
She mingled with other captives vermillion
All were colorful, but the blue one surpassed the norm
How could she know that Jeanette favored butterflies?
Or that my dear friend had but three months to live?
Can you imagine Jeanette’s surprise
When a butterfly landed on her arm with a kiss to give
Now when I go to the butterfly pavilion
I recall well that special day when my friend smiled
Jeanette’s home was decked out as a butterfly cotillion
And she danced to her death like a flower child
The joy it brought to see so many species
Reminded her of the butterflies adorning her home
A butterfly’s kiss is much gentler than a bee’s
Even those held confined in a garden’s glass dome
*Entry for Gail’s “A Butterfly’s Trail of Kisses” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire, March 31, 2012.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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