Caught in a summer rainfall,
split second moment, easy recall;
Thoughts hazy with humidity
in the air, so much electricity;
Thunderstorm trying to engage
a local band and an outdoor stage;
Hoping for a bit of a distraction
sipped my drink, instant explosion;
Gripped tighter, held onto my glass,
a flash quickly followed by a crash;
Caught your eyes at the same time,
It wasn’t the thunder that shook the sky;
Split second moment, easy recall,
caught in a summer rainfall.
In a meadow of wildflowers
On a hillside in the spring
I watched a ballet of butterflies
With various colors fluttering
The sun provided the spotlight
On this colorful outdoor stage
Accompanied by an orchestra of songbirds
With a fresh north breeze turning the page
The choreography was stunning
Their movements so precise
Each flower beckoning the butterflies
Using their beauty as a luring device
With butterflies exchanging partners
Kissing stamens and pistols, too
The cycle of Mother Nature
Through this ballet was coming true
I sat in awe of this beauty
Watching the colorful pageantry
Thanking the wonderful performers
For staging this show just for me
by Joe Flach written and posted on 4/3/12 for the Butterfly Kisses contest
Our love, once like two vibrant leaves
Vigorous, lively, and vital;
Both clinging in a summer breeze
Beautiful and ornamental.
But time passes and our love died
Not unlike autumns foliage
Losing its vivaciousness-dried,
Withering in an outdoor stage
Where the slightest breeze sets them free
And separate but to perish.
Our love like the leaves on the tree
Where once it had thrived and flourished
Now a feeling in its last throes
Feebly lingering to let go.