Poem: Of Butterflies

Of Butterflies

I venture out for photo shots
of butterflies. (sometimes, for hours.)
They so enchant, with their gossamer wings,
flitting there, among the flowers.

The colors range from soft to bold.
Some showy as a fine spring day!
Other’s beauty, understated,
still, frilly as a fine crochet.

Some are swift, not pausing long,
to sample blooms along the way.
Others linger, just hanging there,
as if their beauty’s on display.

I stand poised, in wonderment,
and reach to touch that softness there.
The contact slight, but oh, so real!
And know the feel of angel hair!


June Kellum
July 2005