Delight adorns butterfly’s fluttering wings in flight, <br />Flight is his beauty for anemones to delight. <br />Wing flitters freely and his fragile moods can swing, <br />Swing dances he teaches the white flowers with his wing. <br />Breeze finds him out among the blooming buckeye red trees, <br />Trees push his innocent virgin spirit in the breeze. <br /> <br /> <br />Dance nurtures the flower to put her into a deep trance, <br />Trance is his way to gather pollen for her life to dance. <br />Dreams fiery rise in crimson, when the flower gleams, <br />Gleams of dawn in the east are his love powerful dreams. <br />Charms are her powers to spread the fragrances in his arms <br />Arms are his wings when he flies to search for other charms.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-butterfly-the-mirror-sestet-poetry/
