Heaven's Drunkard Poem by Patti Masterman
Heaven's Drunkard
Heaven's drunkard is the butterfly,
Tipsy on flowers, Mr. flutter-on-by:
Papier-mache wings wafting along,
He flies on currents of invisible song.
He could stop but the flowers are so many,
Beckoning with pastel faces of plenty;
At night he dreams of hot-house bouquets,
And dances with them, a fine polonaise.
The beauty of your words blend and express so well, with the beauty of nature all about us.
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4/24/2024 9:11:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I see a wonderful poet enjoying her creative gifts... Such a wonderful poem Jim Troy