The rose and the butterfly

Symbols of summer to my own eye

The rose in all it’s glory

Blooms to recount summer’s story

Blousey and innocent, the rose

Always seems so content

 

Still, she stands

Upright and tall

Head turned to the sun

She captures the attention

Demands respect from one

And all

 

The butterfly…

A passerby

She flutters

Hither, thither

Sometimes, I imagine

She makes even the brightest rose

Quiver and wither

 

Mirror, mirror

On the wall

Who is the most beautiful…

Of all?

 

Dear rose,

you are magnificent

Never did I see such delicacy

Nor ever did I enjoy such scent

Heady and decadent

On a summer breeze

 

Dearest butterfly,

You have my ear

I strain intently when you are near

I yearn to hear the flutter of your wings

As I rejoice in dance when you entice

The air to sing

 

Your wings compare to the rose petal

Soft velvet dressed in vivid hues

The rose mimics you when she dances

On the wind

Is it possible – you could be twins?

 

Such beauty cannot be compared

Equally enchanting

Exquisitely haunting

Please, don’t ask me to compare

Such a request is daunting

Dear rose, dear butterfly

Please, don’t ask me

To lie.

 

C.K.22