My little Butterfly

The love of a man for a woman

 

I sit in my garden why I don’t know

For it is steeped in blankets of new fallen snow.

Naked trees clothed in sheets of ice

The landscape is beauty filled with sunlight and white.

 

Winter doth grips my heart so

The tears and the sadness from my soul flow.

But the beauty and promise.

That soon… my sweet butterfly will show…

 

I am not given to speaking words that are sweet

I am blacker than madness from the demons I meet.

The battles that rage alone that I fight,

There is no moon in the darkness of my night.

It is beauty and love that I do indeed seek...

Where is my butterfly? So humble…so meek.

 

Winter unclenches its furious grip

It is sweet spring from whose cup I now sip

Fervently I wish from the seeds that I sow,

Soon…yes soon my sweet butterfly will show.

 

I patiently wait alone in my chair

My garden has grown at which now I do stare

The flowers they bloom, through love and my care

But where is my butterfly so pretty so fair.

 

Her gossamer wings alight on my plants,

My heart races to a beat that enchants.

I am stricken by madness, with a heart that so yearns

My beautiful Butterfly indeed has returned.

 

You can not touch beauty; it is but a wisp of smoke

Clutch as you may tis but a dream you invoke

It can only be seen and loved from afar

Alas…..if I could... share a love that is ours

 

 

 

I watch in sweet bliss as she does her dance

Hopping from flower, from flower to plant

I smile and nod as her beauty unfolds

Ahhh the story of love that she told.

 

 

 

The trees cry leaves which tumble to the ground

With a wistful, wishful, whispering sound.

Autumn has come it cannot be denied

The green of the grass cries as it dies

 

The seasons impose their will upon all.

 

My eyes which do tear

And a heart that does yearn

That my sweet, sweet, butterfly will someday return.

 

 

Oddpoet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

naked trees clothed in sheets of ice

I liked that line alot and it had an interesting visual come to mind.

Good poem! :D

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Naked trees clothed in sheets of ice
There is no moon in the darkness of my night.
The trees cry leaves which tumble to the ground
With a wistful, wishful, whispering sound.
Autumn has come it cannot be denied
The green of the grass cries as it dies

I loved the above lines, very unique and creative. The poem in itself is well crafted and written. I really enjoyed.