Butterflies
Spring time finds butterflies
Dancing in a garden of flowers
The gentle breeze is the music
They flutter on for hours
They are all costumed
In their finest dresses
Softly colored by petals
Each tiny wing caresses
Their movements are graceful
As they glide through the air
Everyone of their steps
Choreographed with great care
But spring time is fleeting
And summer is too
They dance their finale
When the seasons are through
Now the dancers are gone
Their costumes grew jaded
No more music in gentle breezes
Spring and summer have both faded
Copyright © Judy Arterburn | Year Posted 2025
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