Gayle Sweeney

Rookie - 9 Points (1955 / USA)

A Butterfly


A big lemony butterfly floated up with a sunny breeze
And drifted amoung the cool green leaves of the old, black cherry trees.
It was seen clearly dancing in the air and then not found at all,
Cloaked in cloisonne' as if it was going to an evening ball.
Now the blue heavens bring solace,
Brightening up the empty space
Where the sunshiny butterfly suddenly left
Without a trace.

Submitted: Thursday, October 07, 2010
Edited: Saturday, February 04, 2012

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  • Bronze Star - 6,572 Points * Sunprincess * (4/28/2014 8:39:00 PM)

    ........oh this is so beautiful...i love seeing the creamy yellow butterflies enjoying a sunny day....loved reading this one.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 125 Points Romeo Della Valle (5/10/2011 5:45:00 PM)

    A very well crafted and poignant write, Gayle, I am very impressive with your style! Keep it up! Your words give you away! 10+++Love and Peace for always! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lynn Glover (2/1/2011 1:00:00 PM)

    Very beautifully written Gayle and I could see this butterfly flying across the sky as I read your poem. Very much alive it seemed to me and a very enjoyable trip. Lynn.l (Report) Reply

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