November Butterfly
Seasons change at different speeds, bringing strange anomalies to tease the imagination.
November Butterfly
A yellow leaf fluttered oddly. Curious, I checked where it fell And found to my astonishment A tiny eurema lisa supping From the broad banquet table Of a dandelion. It's November! Thanksgiving is days away. Snow is predicted for tomorrow. I wondered if this really was A butterfly. Perhaps, it's a space traveler Caught in the jet stream Of a Leonid meteor. And the dandelion? Its leaves splay around it Like a tattered dress Sodden and gray Yet its disc gleams With inner light. The traveler spent the whole afternoon Gorging on nectar. As sunlight faded to dusk, The butterfly moved on, Leaving the flower drained And wilted among the fallen leaves.
To my American readers, may you all have a safe and pleasant holiday. May feuds be settled, health be sustained, and joy fill your hearts with gratitude.
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Happy Thanksgiving Sue. I guess to that butterfly the dandelion was a turkey or ham.
Happy Thanksgiving, Sue! I love your poem, what a miracle to see a butterfly in November. 🦋