The yellow swallowtail
elegant butterfly moving
dancing on the humid air
flitting to the garden
Coming to alight, resting
perching on each flower
as if standing on the skin of water
the sun shining brightly
on every bloom, alive
Infused with their color
yellow of the zinnia,
pumpkin of the marigold,
the blaze of the lily
The color painted, saturated,
in shimmering reflection
living canvas of its wings
aglow, singing your praises,
the creator of all there is.
July 9, 2010
our backyard
Suncook, NH
Pembroke, NH
July 9, 2010
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,270+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment