Butterflies and Summer's End

Butterflies travel far as if they came from a Star 

whereupon flowers were only seen when the Heavens 

planted Marigolds on Mars and Venus grew Cosmic orange Cosmos... 

A black winged butterfly with bright blue spots sipped nectar 

from the Blue Bells in their sunny Bed of Buttercups... 

Now the leaves are feeling the cool wind as butterflies 

follow their guiding Star to warmer climes where 

flowers in pretty gowns are calling for the tender sips of 

butterflies and honey bees to reminesce of the good 'old days.  

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

You know I love butterflies. I watch them sucking the nectar out of butterfly bushes we have planted in our garden. The imagery in your poem is so lovely, Pat. There is a circle of life we all know and we have to appreciate the beauty of nature realizing it is cyclical! Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

So special to see a Butterfly 🦋 and I often think of you... a few days ago I saw a black butterfly with blue dots on the Bluebells
I planted in the Spring. Thank you for reading about my discovery of the Circle of Life as Nature has marked the days. Gently, Pat

[Ana Papaya]

Nature has it's own way of travelling through the seasons and it's always a little sad when summer ends and the kids go back to school and the cold sets in. Nice to look back on the good old days and feel their warmth.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ana... it seems that Nature still keeps its instincts in tact... although our instincts keep us sequestered. As long as Nature is not affected by most of our barriers... there should be hope for the Virus to fade with time and discovery. Thanks for your sensitive review. tenderly, Pat

[Ana Papaya]

Quite welcome, Pat. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Your poem speaks of some things that must come to an end and other things begin. Where did they come from? Where are they going? The author takes us on a journey of discovery and appreciation in her own marvelous ways.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... there is a mystery in the air when seasons change and nature has a plan for even the Swallow to wing their way to Capistrano. I am honored with your presence. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Tenderly welcome and so true.

[Sami Khalil]

"as if they came from a Star

whereupon flowers were only seen when the Heavens

planted Marigolds on Mars and Venus grew Cosmic orange Cosmos..."

[Sami Khalil]

"flowers in pretty gowns are calling for the tender sips of

butterflies and honey bees to reminesce of the good 'old days."

[Patricia Wedel]

Sami... you are so kind to let us know how you like certain lines... Bless you and keep well and safe. Gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Gently welcome.