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Musky fragrance inundates
my nostrils as I enter
the garden center:
a rhapsodic feeling
in idyllic surroundings.
The air is humid
like an Amazon garden,
heat barely tolerable
making my glasses misty.
Soft music, dulcet and sweet,
swamp the amazing conservatory. The caterpillar had shed off its chrysalis,
and a perfect swallowtail butterfly appears.
It fluttered here and there
tasting the marvelous flowers around.
My cup of felicity abounds.
All around a miscellany of colors
enticing the radiant buyer with anything
that catches his fancy,
and I, mad about plants,
run in frenzy
from pot to pot,
stand to stand,
plot to plot,
inflame my smell nerves
with sweet sapphire orchids,
enchant my eyes with
white bearded irises,
become delirious with
a blood red amaryllis,
inhale the fragrance
of a white gardenia,
or lose my mind
on a black eyed Susan.
Which exotic plant must I choose?
It would be my talisman for my home
What shall I buy?
A red pyramid astilbe,
multi-coloured plethora of petunias or
scented forget-me-nots?
Or better still a dwarf
Deep red rose?
I feel my empty pockets,
I let out an ephemeral sigh,
and go back home,
empty handed alas.
They float rather than fly with their kite-tailed long wings,
watch them descending on tulips, blueberries and lilacs:
these butterflies are yellow-green striped and love pawpaw trees;
imagine Nature without their fluttering sounds and stunning colors!
The zebra swallowtail butterflies work too hard as they constantly move,
sipping the sweet nectar found on flowers and trees, but not on clove!
Oh, they are as delicate as petals...ever wondered where they came from?
Their life span is brief and before winter arrives, they'll be gone and won't roam.
Plant more shrubs and fragrant flowers and your garden will be
visited by them on cool and warm afternoons so scented and dandy,
and they will leave as the shadowy evening brings on many lady-bugs
to replace those lovely zebra swallowtails with their constant glows.
Yesterday around noon, a zebra swallowtail butterfly fell into my open hand,
I tried to console with my human touch...she was badly hurt;
her wings were broken and she could hardly crawl or look...
perhaps she wanted me to keep her and remember her after she was dead.
Meandering my garden one day I was shocked,
to see caterpillars crawling all over my parsley plants,
and as though that was not enough they found my dill too,
and they were not just crawling ... they were chomping away.
Quickly, six caterpillars were eating my parsley,
and were working on my dill plants right beside it,
as I was trying to look up on the internet what to do,
anyways, what happened next was like a mass murder spree.
Now, I do not believe or tolerate violence,
but nature can be cruel and have no conscious,
because mother bird saw those six fat caterpillars,
'cause they were not hiding and she picked one up to fly away.
Coming back over and over and over, and over,
'til not a single caterpillar remained on parsley or dill,
I was somewhat sad, somewhat relieved, sort of shocked,
problem solved, parsley and dill have revived and doing well.
Anyways, although I know they turn into pretty butterflies,
they were creepy green striped worms crawling on my green leaves.
The end.
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly lands
Upon Purple Wild Petunia's blossom
Sipped a drink of nectar, flew; life unplanned
Soon the sunny morn turns into eve; clouds come
Thunder and lightning off in distance sound
Cool air floats, peace overtakes, all succumb
Morning brings solid clouds, will these confound
Like the cloud that filled the Holy Temple
All that Holy area did surround
A cloud that lead Israel's children gentle
All the way from Egypt to Canaan land
His appearing will be transcendental
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly leaves
His soon coming to this my spirit cleaves
Finis'...
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
Transcendental means here not in accordance with nature
I see the throbbing bass and liquid windswept flute in colorful everyday accompaniments companions really helping guiding finding myself quite champed as I weave through parallel realms not commonly accessed by learned energy observing interacting always respectful as I understand these entities exist to expand my mind chasing swallowtail butterflies and the aliens among us dragonflies whose speed of acrobatic art can only be duplicated by beings from another dimension the reason my 30 mn hikes always become 2 hour soul journeys connecting with all I encounter some boring sad joyful recompense but none grumpy mean or uninhabitable
08/18/25
3:11am
The morning breathes... a quiet prayer, pink petals drifting through the air.
I sit and watch from inside, through the window, staring out onto the front yard, waiting to start the day. No lens can hold the light you bring the sacred grace upon your wing.
You cannot hide, you cannot stay yet you return... through all the day.
A silent spark... from somewhere high, a breath of heaven floating by. You touch the bloom, so soft, so free a moment shared... just you and me.
My heavy heart begins to rise,To meet the joy within your skies.
You drift away upon the breeze and leave your peace... among the trees.
My soul is thankful blessed beyond words, who knew a simple blessing would come in shape and forms of a butterfly.
God must have heard my prayer, for He sent me a swallowtail, a monarch butterfly, it only goes to show, how He reminds us of His undying love, he is never far from our Souls, He meets us in our mess, Mom I know your there, seated with our Mighty Savior.
One day we will see each other once again, for my Soul yearns to see HIM face to face..
The sun shines bright,
brilliant glowing white
and the last flowers of the day,
catch the last of summer rays.
Morning glories wake
white, purple, pink along the gate
and the climbing roses wither and rebloom
as the bees and butterflies hover and loom.
The end of August is on parade
come the varied monarchs in ballroom masquerade;
a black swallowtail, inked and transfigured
and Milbert's tortoiseshell beautiful and bigger,
the red admiral and the Queen Alexandra Birdwing,
the Julia and Morning Cloak amidst the birds that sing,
the Peacock and southern dogface
float in and out the garden graced,
another beauty Ulysses and Adonis Blue
a silouetted dance with the Duke of Burgundy for you
and Montezuma's Cattleheart
to entice the beating of your heart;
nature's waltz and discotheque
in beauty revealed and well dressed.
Divine tiger swallowtail butterfly.
Oh, look what a fragile beauty it is!
Alighted on orange honeysuckle
Under a bright sunshine in the meadow.
Light and soft like a feather in the wind.
'Tis a captivating wonder in flight.
Fluttering on from daisy to daisy.
Dazzlingly arresting beyond compare
In its full splendor; how ethereal!
In my dream I once chased this butterfly.
Flitting about my colorful garden,
'Twas then left in complete ruins; trampled.
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme/Form: Butterfly/Blank Verse
Date written: 12/27/2021
Black swallowtail butterfly
Shared the garden with Ruby
That beauty was just whirring by
Dancing inbetween was the white
Cabbage butterfly wanting to be seen
Drawing all the nectar to be found
In the plants that still abound
With blooms and scent
Giving their conscent
To feed on their substinance
Red breasted nuthatcher swooped
On the scene, enjoying water
That was his dream, just the right
Temp to drink and splash
Dancing in the tree and dash
Beautiful ending to the gift
Of a lovely day that has lifted
To heights of thy divine grace
In places that only God can take
Into that divine space
Determined to build a country house, we sought land
When we pulled up to this farm gate it was a mess
Brambles and weeds probably hid black snakes
Cobwebs showed us no one had walked this land for decades
We went over the fence, immediately getting scratched up
Brambles and prickly bushes were leaving us bloodied
We kept going, unsure why, but this land was affordable.
Suddenly, I understood why we had been sent here.
The brambles opened up to a meadow with wild flowers
Queens Anne lace, super tall daisies, purple iris
Swallowtail butterflies greeted us along with monarchs
This verdant meadow was untouched, virginal
I had such a sense of peace in this lovely oasis
A meditative place, where you could hear your soul
My husband said “I think we will have to buy this.”
I readily concurred, and we did.