Cradled

Cradled gently in my hands
I release the butterfly that flew
through the summer-open door
to flutter ineffectively
against the window pane.
I watch it fly away.

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Flutter

The whispering flutter of a butterfly
tapping against the window pane.
I catch him gently in my cupped hands,
release him out of the open door.

Butterfly

Peacock butterfly
flexing its wings up and down,
basking in sunlight.

Dark Butterfly

Dark butterfly
passes the window,
too fast for me
to identify.

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Butterflies seem to have been rather scarce this year, however the recent hot spell has brought them out at last.

Peacock Butterfly

Such a shame to see
a creature of such beauty
lying lifeless on my patio.
A brief life snuffed out
like a candle flame.

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What is the matter with Blogspot? – for two days now I have been unable to leave comments and I have seen some wonderful stones that I would love to comment on.

Last Stand

Summer makes a last stand,
bees visit the late blossoms
and a butterfly lazily flits past the holly,
where the berries slowly deepen
from orange into vibrant red.

Butterfly

A small orange butterfly
I cannot identify
dances around the rockery.

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