To Catch Butterflies
by
Marie Wadsworth
Monday, April 06, 2009
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My light weight, pink polka dotted dress
Swirls around my
Legs and body
As I twirl and run
Across the freshly cut green grass
Of my front lawn.
Suddently I spy
A colorful flutter of wings
Soaring along or landing on
Bushes, tree trunks or flowers
In my yard, and
I can't think of
A better thing
To do on
The first day of spring,
Or any day of spring or
Summer for that matter,
Than to catch butterflies.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
4/6/2009 |
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Spring is barely making an appearance here so there are no butterflies yet. I love this ode to spring from your verses and the graphic image very nicely complements the whole offering. Thank you for sharing, Mary. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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