Butterflies fly on a winters morn
how beautiful a time to be born.
Disguised as royal snowflakes.
Welcoming the coldest days they wake,
elegantly touching tree tops, branches
and silently speaking of natures delight.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Nov.1/2015
A beautiful poem indeed. nice nature poem. liked it very much dear Poetes. tony
The first snowfall is always magical but when it falls in huge, slowly descending flakes (Like butterflies) It is spectacularly moving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wouldn't it be a little too cold? Thanks Melvina