Two flitting, flirting butterflies
Drew circles ‘round the pond;
Gliding, hiding, loop-the-loop,
Then into the forest beyond.
With graceful flight,
They fluttered their wings
As if to bid “Adieu,”
Then kissed the nectar from a rose,
And flitted from my view!
Joy L. Hale
Ron
I'm still waiting to see the first Butterfly of Spring...
Perfectly worded for maximum impact...I so enjoyed this...
Hugs, Diana..