Butterfly Poems Poem by Donal Mahoney

Butterfly Poems



I sit here at peace
and mind my own business
and hope for a butterfly.

I never take one out of the air.
I paint only the flight of the butterfly.
When I see one float overhead

I drop everything,
grab a brush and a pad.
I don’t want to miss a color.

A butterfly flying
is more valuable
than gold.

Thursday, October 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,poems,writing
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