On Seeing A Butterfly Poem by Angela Wybrow

On Seeing A Butterfly



Flying so free,
You are faster than me.
You dance on ahead,
Seeking bright floral beds.
You flit here and there
Through the warm summer air.
You zigzag around
Without audible sound.
On wings so ornate,
You pass house, shed and gate.
Then steeply you climb
In the summer sunshine.
You fly on and on,
Until, from my sight, you are gone.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: butterflies,wildlife
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Angela Wybrow

Angela Wybrow

Salisbury, Wilts, UK
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