Butterfly at play

Beauty on a spring day

Butterfly at play

 

 

On air a butterfly floats with ease

Its beauty found on springtime breeze

Reflections of a sunny day

Upon its wings the light does play

 

A magic iridescent glow

Reflecting on the ground below

In search of nectar bearing blooms

In flight of garden scent perfumes

 

Blues and greens of glistened light

Bring this wondrous springtime sight

As if it has but not a care

The precious scene we all can share

 

Delicate its wings they fly

Within the bluest daytime sky

Serenity on winged flight

The colors on this day excite

 

Now as this little friend does soar

Within these verses you explore

Of memories in full display

My hope is you will find this day

 

Your happiness is as this scene

While staring at this fragile dream

And joy shall fly into your heart

For on this day life does restart

 

So sit right here a little while

And share with me your precious smile

For on this special springtime day

We watch this butterfly at play

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A touching piece that leads the reader to love the things we see everyday - well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much.

[quinfinn]

bless you, jack. for writing this to lift the spirits of someone for whom i care deeply. very nicely penned.

[Jack...]

Thanks Quinn

[quinfinn]

always a pleasure, friend

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is such a serene imagery!...
You have beautifully conveyed a wonderful, whimsical piece... Butterflies are enchanting and you have done justice to illuminating her glow. Well penned!~xo~:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Robbie. Just trying to cheer up a friend I know is in pain.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You have a good heart.. this will lift his/her spirit, indeed.. ~xo~:)

[Frieda P]

Sitting, tearfully. This speaks to me.

[Jack...]

I hoped it would. Thank you so much

[Holly Mason]

a playing butterfly-a beautiful sight
to sit with a love one and watch-a gift
I wonder when I see you have a new piece what it will be
it is finally warming up here no butterflies just yet but your words made me peek out a window
thank you for sharing fine sir

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Holly.