Hail Author-Poet Ronald W. Hull.

May You enjoy a blissful inspiring edifying day!

This poem is written with platinum letters on a golden scroll. Every word sings, every line dances; and all stanzas paint with hues of creativity.

"Butterfly" glows on constellation Beauty.

Viva the Poet!

In reverent appreciation,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

THE WONDER OF GOD IS SEEN IN EVERY FLUTTER OF THESE HARMLESS AND SO BEAUTIFUL FLIERS. THANKS FOR SHARING, RONALD. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

I love this poem, Ron, I hope they out last me. Just think how colorless the worls would be without them. I saw a picture once where they looked like Christmas lights draped on a tree.
Your poem is beautiful.

Monarch butterflies are becoming extinct-That's upsetting to me because they're so unique and special. As I'm writing to you, I glanced to my left to an open magazine viewing two butterfly framed prints. This was beautifully written- Great!

A poem that is "right up my alley," Ron. Such a fine tribute through your verses to such lovely creatures. I have to say that I do not see nearly as many butterflies around here as I used to. The same goes with the honey bees and bumblebees. Your poem stands as a reminder for us to get our act together and learn from these creatures before it is too late (if it is not already). Thank you for sharing. Love and peace,

Regis

Butterflies I love.
Though I could not explain their existence as beautifully as you have done it.
Keep your poems coming, Ronald.

Who are we to destroy this beautiful creature? Who, indeed. Yet, butterflies, bees, and birds are all now woefully in decline, because of us.

I don't see butterflies...when I was young they
were out and about. Wondrous and beautiful.

Always,

Deborah

As beautiful as a butterfly's colors and wings. Lovely poem Ron. We learn so much from small creatures.

Delightful enlightening poetry!
I just saw this fellow in my garden and didn't know it was a swallowtail. I thought it was a painted lady or something but thank you, it was this and had magnificent wings.

...the fact that you did stop and stay in the moment...devoting yourself entirely to...listen...be present and reflect...then finally "say what you mean and mean what you say"...allows your reader to think that your "butterfly" has a significant meaning to you...No doubt about it!...As a deeper representation of life and...feminine energy...it appears on your evergreen-flowering shrub...so elegant...so beautiful...so nature-wise and "from worm to wonder" grace...representing endurance of "learning a new way of flight"...brings a life changing message and words of your phrase/s that "went" into transformation mode...summed it all up...shifting delicately...in order to release beliefs no longer in best interest of growth and spiritual progress...helping to learn to live the "new self"...as thought by your butterfly...for your reader such obvious... new joy-new understanding...process of change and...opportunity to emerge with a new values...
Ron, I'm glad your poem makes a note of this important moment...sharing it with us.

This is so beautiful!

Kathy J Parenteau

A very thoughtful write into the fragile but beautiful butterflies. You are very observant to natures. Some of the joyous things in our lives are given to us by the most simplest thing. If we are more observant of them we can see their beauties. A good write...as usual!!

Sandie

we are lucky to have sight, you captured a moment few appreciate as well as you and thank you for the advice on saving my works on the computer. I will copy that one and save it for reference.

Amd fragile they are. It's been several years now since I last saw a Monarch butterfly. As their habit in Mexico disappears, and the continued use of pesticides, The Monarch has all but vanished as well. A beautiful sentimental; poem.

Michael D.

Ron, butterflies have always held a special fascination for me. Raw beauty in a fragile frame yet incredibly durable as you say. Would that all metamorphosis should turn out so artfully beautiful. May peace and love be always with you. Jon Michael

~Ron~
Beautiful is your "Butterfly" poem. A lovely scene to embrace
the intricate flight and design of a butterfly.

Lady Mary Ann

Ron,

Besides the beautiful imagery, your poem is inspirational on many levels!

Eva

One summer years ago I went with a group of metis to hoe weeds out of rows of sugar beat and potato fields. My hoe sliced down to snare a weed sprout. As I shoveled the clump of earth over, an orange butterfly flew out of the earth like a vampire bat from a coffin. I nearly fell over in shock. Afterward I realized what might've happened. The butterfly was working its way out the cocoon, and my hoe gave it reason and opportunity to fly.

Don't see any these days.

If only more attention was paid to the subtler and more delicate manifestations of existence, i.e., the butterfly, how much less stress we could assume would prevail. As I just spent some writing time delving into the meaning of power, reading this now is such a reward. Thank you for, as I iterated in my own poem, power comes in many forms, including the impact one feels, as you have, in watching the miraculous longevity of one of our most cherished pieces of nature. Thanks for an arresting piece of wordsmithing.

You have written of a marvel here! I love butterflies and have taken many pictures of them in my yard on my butterfly bush. They are amazing as you have written!

Love ya!

Jane

I guess everyone loves the butterfly and also the hummingbird. They are truly delicate appearing, but as you have so eloquently said, they have to be tough to survive. Loved this poem, man . . .