Like a butterfly let me alight.
Onto the flower that is your life.
Let me tread gently with soft butterfly feet,
So as not to disturb those before me.
Let me drink deeply of nectar so sweet,
And touch your sensitivity
With the fluttering joy of discovery.
Spare me my wings so that I may take flight,
If need be.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My very first poem, written in the early 80's, published at Midwest Poetry Review, Rock Island, IL. I stopped seeking to have my poetry published by others. I now publish my own.