Warm winds tangoed with the cottonwood trees,
And butterflies were swirling on the breeze,
Here there and everywhere, on strange journeys,
The meadows full of color, and sweet memories!
The golden summer seemed to pause in appreciation,
As the dance with breezy blooms caused sensation.
They soon twirled over my head in joyous rotation,
Later yielding again, to exotic bloom temptation!
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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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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Exhilaration!
Feet pounding windswept pavements
people thrilled to run.
Red butterflies in tandem-
Invigorated heartbeats.
Day to satin night
on every viable route
energetic youth!
Pretty, fleeting scenery
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As I was walking in the woods, admiring the beauty,
I saw a brook that babbled nonstop, so incoherently,
Humming as I strolled the summertime most fruitfully,
I noticed gay purple hummingdirds, accompanying me!
A meadow revealed yellow butterflies so aptly named,
Swarming in the golden sunshine, wild and untamed,
Enjoying their moment of bliss, before sunset flamed,
Putting an end to the hour, that nature had acclaimed!
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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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