I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun,
As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one.
I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way,
For wild places beckoned to me, as Saturday calls to Sunday.
After a colossal struggle, at last I had emerged victorious,
And leaving soft pupa behind, I was soon sunshine delirious!
I fluttered here and there, exploring all on red hued wings,
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a garden party
a flower celebration
goldfinch gathering
the shadows are gone
warm sun is touching the ground
butterflies drifting
all birds are singing
blooms and trees dance to the sound
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butterflies on blooms-
a tango with destiny
in daylight colors
lured from miles afar
in scented days of summer
as hues catch their eyes
the fields gone wild, and
beauty wings in the sunshine
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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
I loved her
Before I gazed upon her
Before I met her at the airport
Where I was dazed by her words of splendor
I loved her
Before I heard her rich, throaty laugh
Before her voice made me dream
Before the butterflies came
And the blushes were consistent
I loved her
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By a gently flowing creek –
I saw a swallowtail flutter
About my head, as though meek –
And land softer than a feather.
He was large enough, I swear –
To sit in all of my hand.
He did not mind that I was there
Or that I was entranced.
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All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
trees in the green breeze
in gold glazed heady sunshine
scent songs are searching
millions of blossoms
fluttering freshness like spring
wave goodbye to clouds
nice noon has gone still
sweet lifetime wears a big smile
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Colors chase the sun into evening ~ its reflection in risen moon.
blooms glow sunset hues
gold time has stopped in magic
and pretty tree songs
Purple butterflies exude fragrance in their wake,
like dressed up ladies, off into shadows opaque.
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