Tiny circles of silver ashes,
decked her wings ,
as she orbed around
trampled remnants,
smoke filled milieu,
beckoned her,
among eerie copper leaves,
-Fluttering-
desperately she searched
for her summer bloom,
with lively purple petals.
awaiting her arrival,
soaked in lonely moonlit sighs,
S L O W L Y
it faded into the dark.
Image clicked in a garden
butterflies live a short but beautiful life.great poem
Very Nice Poetry with an amazing Imagination
Great Work of Creativity !! Highly Expressive !!
It was indeed enjoyable after reading this one !!
Anyways, Take a look some of my Poetry Collections β¦
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/category/talent-underground/poetry-zone/
some of my Haiku Collections
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/category/creative-challenges/the-haiku-challenge/
and also, on my very recent Work as well
https://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/dilemma/
!!! Happy Rally !!!
Cheers !!
That butterfly is us! When we finally get to our definition, we'll be soaked in sighs. Love the thought.
Rosie
as she orbed around
trampled remnants,
fun trying to picture this
magical poem raj, simply magical. the picture it painted in front of eyes is beautiful.