TD (1955 / Harare, Zimbabwe.)

The Butterfly

Erratic dancer on the wind, aloft
On chance-flapped wings;
Pauses now-and-then to sup from nectared cup,
By little sips but oft,
Knowing nothing of the joy it brings
To me; it buoys me up.

by Terry Dawson

Comments (4)

Touched me lightly like a butterfly as I read it, your words alighting for but a moment, giving me great pleasure. Thoroughly enjoyed this light-hearted poem, it's uplifting in spirit! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
this one is beautiful...awesome. thanks
This shows the heart of a man. Beautiful
This small poem dedicated to the charm of watching a butterfly carrying on with its activities quite oblivious of the world around. Just amazing. Thanks, Terry.