Flat sun baked bricks meander forming a path <br />allowing one person to walk behind another <br />Snaking through a garden that stirs sneezes <br /> <br />Marigolds of joyful orange and brilliant yellow <br />Geranium globes of flashing stoplight crimson <br />Daisies mesmerize with a smile that pleases <br /> <br />Inviting Painted Ladies and enchanted Monarchs… <br />with fluttering wings of iridescent grandeur <br />Beating rhythmically upon gentle warm breezes <br /> <br />Landing ever so lightly with perceptive feet <br />upon delicate sprays of brightly colored petals <br />Resting momentarily; leaving a kiss that teases <br /> <br />A tall, prickly purple thistle grows imposingly <br />while flitting wings lift as though on a string <br />Fading into the sky as concentration releases <br /> <br />9/27/07<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-garden/
