The Butterfly of Fall

On a mossy stony wall 
At the peaceful time of fall 
A lovely butterfly there did sit 
With many a man trying to capture it 

But this butterfly could not be caught 
And with all the men she fought 
Until a young man came by the wall 
Still at the peaceful time of fall 

He sat and watched the butterfly
Gazing at it with a docile eye 
Not wishing to capture it 
To pin its beauty as he saw fit 

Soon the butterfly did not fear 
And slowly flew over near 
So that it could linger 
On the young mans gentle finger 
That lay rested on the wall 
At the peaceful time of fall 

Reviews

[Sophie]

A well thought-out poem, I say this because I could tell you made effort to write this lovely poem. It is well-structured and rhymes nicely. I like the part at the end when the butterfly lingers on the man's gentle finger, i could feel the loveliness of fall beauty and liked the way you showed it. Well done.

[Don Shaw]

awww so peaceful.