Monday, March 11, 2013


Bottle brush trees
bloom first

Bright red scrubbing
sky clean

Lone yellow swallowtail*
flits between the brush trees

Can't decide

Gifts come
flitting by

A drawing
Curling antennas

red rose
with thorns

yellow swallowtail*
story told and captured

By my son
Then, a dear friend

package mailed
and opened

I catch the edge
it unfurls like wings

A rabble of butterflies
against blue gossamer sky

Is this how you love me,
O Saviour of mine?

Two gifts
like brush trees

I flit between them

Can't decide

*type of butterfly

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