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

[andrew mitchell]

How true the good old days, insecticides have really put a dent in the butterfly world today not like in my day where monarch butterflies were in abundance, sadly missed..

[Anastasia]

Butterflies possess the real magic of nature. As they fly from flower to flower gathering nectar, their brightly colored wings seem to shimmer and change colors before your eyes. ... A butterfly's rich color colors tell us how beautiful god is and his love for us. Butterflies are self propelled flowers that God made for us. Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. And everyone deserves a little sunshine. This is an enchanting poem in my eyes.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sabrina... I love your words... “Butterflies are self propelled 💐 flowers that God made for us”. They are graceful and enchanting. Thank you for your lovely review. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the butterflies too. We have so few in Michigan now. I told my grandchildren, if you see a butterfly. Make a wish. Thank you dear Pat for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... trusting the winds to guide the butterflies 🦋 to a safe place where God’s Grace will bring them once more when Summer returns next year. Your grandchildren will make a Wish whenever they see the beautiful Butterflies... and so will I myself. Wishing you and yours Well and Safe. Have a Blessed Labor Day Monday.
tenderly, Pat

[Dave Brown]

This brought about a surprising reminder of how few butterflies we have seen this season.
I read that they reflect the environment which is a sorry situation
I have ever seen a black-winged butterfly with with blue spots
it must be fairly rare
One of natures most colorful sights

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... lovely for you to stop by. I was amazed when I walked in our large front yard and saw the larger black Butterfly with bright blue spots... it was beautiful on the blue-violet Blue Bells I planted in the Spring ... It is the only Butterfly 🦋 I have seen in a long time. We live in Fredericksburg, Virginia where the Rappahannock River runs through the City. We have four Counties in addition to the City. You can catch Catfish at two am at City Dock in Fredericksburg..To think that this Virus has affected the entire World is surreal, and then to deal with Insane Politics is also surreal. Let us hope Nature will always be as pure as possible. Be well and safe. gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

The news rarely looks good
Nice to see that small bright light

[Chris Shaw]

Such a feel of seasonal change here Pat. Yes, summer is over and autumn revisits. The butterflies are still with us, not so many of them on the wisteria now, but they still linger. Your poem is filled with the delicate wings of butterflies and calm. I was happy to visit for some peace and quiet. Fond wishes dear Pat.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... lovely to read your review... I actually saw a Black Butterfly (with bright blue spots) on the Blue Bells in my front yard about five days ago... the only Butterfly I have seen this Summer. So this is a very special poem and an Omen that Nature is surviving as best it can like we are clinging to a promise that the Moon is moving around like a Beacon of Hope. This Labor Day Weekend is a respite from the Virus to rest and linger among the flowers. Roger’s birthday is Monday September seven when birdsongs will be heard from branches of the Hawthorne tree where freedom rings.
“Rejoice... for these are the days when we pray for Peace”. Waving across the Pond with wishes for health and blessings. truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Waving back Pat and wishing Roger a happy birthday for Monday and both of you a peaceful, nature filled Sunday. Chris

[Fran Marie]

To everything .turn.. turn..
a transitional season is
once again upon us..
the birds.bees and
butterflies flutter away
to a warmer place as flowers
fade and leaves fall
such is the nature of things
in life's ever-changing cycle
which you so amply and
lovingly describe in accurate
detail..lovely piece of poetry
here dear Pat..

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran.. you are so kind and generous... Autumn whispers are softly tendered on breezes from the Sea. It would be lovely to walk along the “sands of time” and reminisce of the sweetness of family gatherings with picnics and sun and surf where waves crash against sand castles and children laugh and play. Wishing you the best of health and be safe. tenderly, Pat

[barleygirl]

This is the ultimate in personification AND alliteration! Brava! You are making poetry fun & lively & full of unexpected delights. We don't get many butterflies out here in the boondocks. I find myself wondering how some creatures, like the plentiful hummingbirds & bumblebees, find my place out in the wilderness, flying past miles & miles of desolate terrain, somehow knowing this little eden exists out here & they go nuts on my stuff. Anyhow, your stellar rendition of this story goes astral, for sure! I can't even compete! I have to quote this line just becuz it feels so good to say it: "Blue Bells in their sunny Bed of Buttercups" . . . Thanks for this magic carpet ride (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... I can only imagine the Bees 🐝 and 🦋 Butterflies finding your Retreat of Eden where Shelter is found among the fruit trees and secret veggies planted in beds of devotion. Somehow Nature can discover where to fly for a respite from the heat of fires and the beastly virus. You are the Caretaker of
Love 💕 and believing. Gently, Pat x

[Lorry]

Until I read this Pat, I was blissfully unaware, but now you have, I can't recall seeing a single one of these this year, and I'm in the countryside.
Perhaps they are lying low behind lockdown, or maybe unseen victims of this curse we're amongst, but I hope not. We need more of what can make adult and child alike smile and I just hope they have found safer climes for now.
Surely summer can't end until I've seen at least one!
Love the last line, with smiles at the thought of them talking about the 2016 nectars superiority 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... I had not seen a Butterfly this year until a a week or so ago when I saw the larger Black Butterfly with bright blue spots mentioned in my poem. It was quite striking as it was sipping on Blue Bells I had planted this Spring in a special garden. I have seen very few large fuzzy Bumblebees if any. So I am concerned. In fact I have not seen as many different birds at our Feeder as in the past Summers. We have had Cardinals in the Winter and this Summer... also Mourning Doves. Birds are more precious than ever.. now that we are dealing with this Virus. As you know, Butterflies 🦋 and Bumble bees 🐝 are essential for propagation for of our vegetables and fruits. We need to be wealthy with Nature’s bounty, as well as Gold and such. Thank you for your Midas touch... wishing you well and safe. tenderly, Pat

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A gentle, colourful, well described tableau of the changing season and the luck some birds and butterflies have of eternal summer time.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... Birds seem to have a Summer home and then fly to their Winter home where temperatures remain very warm. Their Wings must be made of heavens thread to withstand the long trips. Tenderly, Pat