Sunrise Through Butterfly Eyes Poem by Mike poet

sunrise through Butterfly eyes

She lays back and sighs
and sees Butterflies
Colorful wings
so many folds.

What would it be like
to be a Butterfly?
Viewing life's beauty
as beauty unfolds.

To sit on the pedal
of a Lilac.
A visions gift
from times of old.

A shimmering image
on gathered water
Reflections of morning
off a teardrops lobe.

She closes her eyes
seeing many pictures.
A rainbows array
of colors and hues

She mixes paint
till she is content
That the sky
is the right shade of blue


Then she mixes
the color of a flower
Purples and Mauve's
in a Butterfly's view

Then she paints
the reflection of sunrise
That the Butterfly sees
off the morning Dew.




This is a part of same story Iradescent convalescence is on. This poem stands on it's own but when compliled in Medow view Daycare it is about an artist when she was a little girl getting her tonsils out.
When she becomes a Woman she will paint these memories.