Of Springs And Lovers Long Gone
Black Butterfly
An exquisite black butterfly--
a moth perhaps--
flies in my garden,
its wings like fine black lace--
the lace I imagine you wearing.
It flies from plant to plant,
flower to flower,
all about my garden
as if it were dancing
the dance I imagine you dancing.
It stops to taste each flower--
a search perhaps--
throughout my garden,
searching for that seductive scent--
the scent I imagine you wearing.
And when it stops to rest,
it’s wings slow,
graceful in my garden;
an experience of sweet seduction:
the seduction I imagine with you.
An exquisite black butterfly--
a moth perhaps--
flies in my garden,
its wings like fine black lace--
the lace I imagine you wearing.
It flies from plant to plant,
flower to flower,
all about my garden
as if it were dancing
the dance I imagine you dancing.
It stops to taste each flower--
a search perhaps--
throughout my garden,
searching for that seductive scent--
the scent I imagine you wearing.
And when it stops to rest,
it’s wings slow,
graceful in my garden;
an experience of sweet seduction:
the seduction I imagine with you.
Billy
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This is so beautifully crafted, Billy. The poem conveys a universal longing and the ability to see in nature all the attributes we give to love. Thank you so much for sharing this poem, Billy. It's a tender tribute to beauty and love.
Thank you, Janet.