When I look into your eyes
Butterflies I see
What a wonderful surprise
Butterflies are free
Like the dawning day’s gestation
Warms the willing wistful breast
Rising waves of expectation
Race to meet my fawning best
In the marsh a mellow feeling
Magnifies the morning yeast
Virgin lips are finally sealing
Summer’s supple sumptuous feast
Now the butterflies resplendent
Multiply in dreams of light
Promises to keep are pregnant
With each dizzy new delight
In the mood a marsh bird lingers
Expectations running high
Casually your tiny fingers
Wipe the tears of years gone by.
Submitted to poetry contest, "Butter Flies and Marshes Mellow Poetry Contest." Date judged: July 16, 2020
Categories:
marshes, desire, emotions, feelings, first
Form: Rhyme
I dreamt I was a butterfly
Dressed up in pink and white
I flew over a field of marshes mellow
And sprinkled clouds of white
Enchanting them into butterflies.
A field of butterflies we were
Of pretty pink and white
Till the sun came out and ran about
Melting us back to marshes mellow.
I woke up with a flying start
And caught a glimpse of my candy jar
I opened the lid, and out came a wrapper with butterflies
I unwrapped the butterflies and found a marsh mellow.
Categories:
marshes, butterfly, dream,
Form: Free verse
fog covered salt marsh
duck hunters tread cautiously
fiddler crabs scurry
Categories:
marshes, imagery, nature,
Form: Haiku