Painted Lady butterfly
A little dancer upon the breeze,
flutters up the hill to be near me.
A flash of orange-brown all around,
Prancing to her beat.
Dancing gracefully,
fluttering here,
fluttering there,
‘oer trees against a clear blue sky.
Lifted upon the wind,
she’s coming closer,
oh sweet lovely,
I see her,
she’s almost here…
Watching moving colours and patterns dance,
Makes my heart sing.
Orange, brown, yellow, crème and white,
outlined in black ink,
smiles upon the wind and lets her beauty shine.
Coming closer now, almost touching,
Butterfly does a curtsy and swirls around my head,
making me feel dizzy, giddy and ecstatic inside.
She’s here now…
Kissing me ever so gently,
to the hum of her beating wings against my face.
I feel her through my whole body, and sing,
Thank you, sweet sister of the wind,
Delighted by your presence.
I wish you a good day too,
And I see you’re on your way…
© 2013 Bridget Cameron
Your poem is so beautiful and touching. Such an intimate moment you’ve had.
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I agree, Barry. A meaningful moment, Bridget.
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Thanks Eiry 🙂 ❤ I'm getting my new piano today, Yipee!
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Beautiful poem and photo dearest Bridget! Hugs!
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Thank you dear Tazein. All the best in finding some ‘soul gems’ during your meditations 🙂 blessings, B 🙂
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I absolutely love this! Very impressive poem ( I felt I was with you) and excellent photo!
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Thank you so much Dave :). I am so happy that you enjoyed this experience!
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Super mooi gedicht
Bedankt
Warme groet Erna Vlinder
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Dank u Verna voor je mooie reactie en hartelijke woorden, Bridget 🙂
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Simply lovely! The photo and text. Well done.
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Simply lovely, both text and photo.
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Thank you so much Paula :). It was a lovely experience!
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