Eddie Morales

Rookie (15 July 1953 / Aguadilla, Puerto Rico)

Butterfly Dancing - Poem by Eddie Morales

My wide-eyed child and I know of colorful things
that dip and skim over summer hills and meadows,
Of fancy freedom held aloft by wispy wings,
Of frail, orange petals edged in ebon shadows.

From grassy beds, between oaks and weeping willows,
My little garden walker and I greet the sky—
An azure floor sprinkled with fluffy white pillows,
All spot-lit by the yellow ball squinting the eye.

And the dance commences—a Monarch's pirouette!
Then a plié and rise on the breath of the breeze!
How my wide-eyed child laughs at the King's minuet
While I smile at my heart soaring over the trees.

My wide-eyed child—where's the chrysalis you slept in?
When did the spark of spring melt down old winter snow?
Wise for spring not to tarry where my mind has been,
For summer craves the rainbow and the Monarch's glow.

My wide-eyed child—I know the wonders of your flight,
For I have seen the hills and meadows of my day.
Humbled is the breeze by the strength of your wings!
Dance by summer's light!
And I will keep our garden well, until my winter comes to stay.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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