Butterflies return what
They ate as caterpillars.
Pupae attached to tree,
Rose , wait secure;from
Chrysalis eclose, unfurl.
Finally wings sail air.
I remember clothesline
Bed sheets whipping on
Windy days when I was
A child --same sound,
Done in little in the wild.
Nice job, dude, but I must confess... I was waiting for you to call them flying flowers. :)ReplyDelete
Have a super weekend.
HA! I'm such a dummy. The TITLE! Oops. :)Delete
Susan, You and Fishducky got me onto that poem, so no "dummy", ok? There is a word for us --and the butterflies--but I have to go look it up: anthophilous. We are anthophilous!Delete
Great word. I must confess, I had to look it up to see if it applied. It does. There may not be as many flowers around me as I'd like, but they're always blooming in my heart.Delete
You bring memories of a Disney cartoon in which the flowers suddenly take flight as butterflies.ReplyDelete
Oh Emma, I have that scene in my memory too but forgot where I saw it --a Disney cartoon, thanks!Delete
What is it about butterflies that is so uplifting? That was such a beautiful picture of the one you caught on the flowers. (Or was that Norma's picture?) You both make such a good team with your pictures and poems.ReplyDelete
It's because they're so bright, I think, and their flight is like a cheerful dance. Yes, that is a Normaphoto, taken with her iPad.Delete
You painted a lovely picture in my mind, Geo.ReplyDelete
Ah, I'm surrounded by anthophiles, Arleen. Good thing too!Delete
I'm about to go out and watch my garden, and my butterfly flowers. Lovely tribute.ReplyDelete
Joanne, that sounds like a lovely idea. Lovely compliment too. Thanks!Delete
"...same sound, Done in little in the wild." How I love these words! That is a beautiful creature. We rarely see butterflies these days. I seem to remember more of them in my growing up years, although that might have had to do with growing up in the countryside, not town.ReplyDelete
Sadly, Jenny, the decline in butterflies is quite real. My reading has mostly involved Monarchs --population dropped over 50% in the past 20 years. Problems include climate change, GMO crops, pesticides that resist caterpillars, herbicidal milkweed abatement. I would guess it's hurting other types of butterflies too. But we can garden in ways that help reverse that.ReplyDelete
A gorgeous photo and captivating poem!ReplyDelete
And this inspired me to suddenly remember my grandmother hanging sheets on a line in the yard, with wooden clothespins...
Thanks, Jon. That's a wonderful memory you mention --remember the special smell of sunshine on line-drying sheets? Magical.Delete
Beautiful words and picture.ReplyDelete
Kind Rick, I'll relay compliment to Norma. Thank you!Delete
Ah. Reminds me of how gorgeous and mysterious nature is.ReplyDelete
Hopefully, Lux, nature will always generate mystery and beauty --life.Delete
If you see some Monarch butterflies send a few this way as I haven't seen any lately. They were plentiful over 50 years ago. There's plenty of milkweeds in the organic field for them.ReplyDelete
Smiles & hugs, Julia
Dear Julia, mostly I see Swallowtails, but will tell all butterflies there are gardens to welcome them, like yours.Delete
What a wonderful combination of science and verse.ReplyDelete
And the picture...lovely.
Thanks! Science and poetry both teach us about the world and overlap a lot.Delete
beautifull buterfly...the same in my garden...ReplyDelete
have a good day
Merci, Gwendoline. Bonne journée à toi aussi!Delete
Welcome to you, Nick!ReplyDelete
Butterflies have always fascinated me.ReplyDelete
I share you fascination with them, Lux. They are beautiful creatures.Delete