Done and Dusted

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A butterfly
lands beside my bench,
so trusting.

Why do I
feel a sudden need
for dusting?

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Summer Scenes

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butterfly wisdom:
bask, stretch, play, nibble,
daydream

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Weekends

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revery
rest,
renewal

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Of Butterflies and Bee Balm

Eastern Black Swallowtail Butterfly on Red Bee Balm

Firework flower,
raspberry red,
scented like sage,
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Reverso Poem

Blue Anemone Windflower

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Windflower
opens
eye,
seeing
first
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Turning Circles

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heart-shaped spots,
sun spots
flit, flutter and dance
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Lune a Lark

 

Tiger Striped Longwing Heliconius ismenius

butterfly spreads wings
a lark sings
oh, the joy spring brings

Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This is my first attempt at a lune, and I was in a rhyming mood. A lune is a haiku variant with syllable count of 5-3-5 instead of the usual 7-5-7. Morgan wrote a magical one. I know I saw one a few weeks ago on Poetry Friday, but then I lost track of who’d written it. If it was you, let me know, and I’d be happy to link up.

Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, a prolific poet and champion of poetry, at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.

Poetry Friday with kids

The butterfly is a Tiger-Striped Longwing (Heliconius ismehius). The photo was taken at the Boston Museum of Science’s Butterfly Garden.

A Butterfly Charm

Orange Butterfly

American lady
butterflies
charm and
delight
every child.
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Seed for Thought

Milkweed

Kindness is
planting milkweed seed
for a monarch butterfly
we’ve never met.
My daughter and I
dig a trench along
a wooded path,
where just a bit of light comes in.
It’s place where a caterpillar
might live its days in
emerald twilight,
munching its favorite food,
until it winds hope about itself.
Then it can be still,
listening to the wind
and the dog walkers,
the trail joggers
and the children finding pebbles
among the leaves and earth
in this green place of wishes.
Kindness is hoping it grows.
Kindness is carrying water in two hands,
sloshed onto colorful sneakers,
dribbled onto a rumpled trench.
Kindness is wishing all winter
for not-too-cold, not-too-dry,
for that seed to remember
the loving hands that patted
the soil into place.
Kindness is imagining the world
orange and yellow,
full of fluttering wings,
Without a care for oneself.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note:  A few days ago, my daughter and I planted a hundred milkweed seeds along the edge of a wood. We watched for rain and imagined the seeds putting down tiny roots. We hope for a dozen milkweed plants come spring. We hope monarchs hear the milkweed song and come dancing along. Have you a kind act to share? Today’s Little Ditty has a challenge from editor Rebecca Davis to write “a poem about a specific act or moment of kindness. You can write it from any point of view– as a participant, a beneficiary, or as a witness. The more specific and vivid, the better!” Some of the poetry will be published by Today’s Little Ditty between now and Thanksgiving.

Butterfly Twilight

Butterfly

Used by permission of Jessica Hagan

Vanessa dances
at dusk in the begonias
scent of lavender

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: Thanks to Jessica Hagan for letting me use her beautiful photograph of the American Lady Butterfly, Vanessa Virginiensis!

American Lady Butterfly

Orange Butterfly

I called for you, and you came!
Magic is in the air, holding you aloft,
Magic is in the color of your wings
And your graceful dancing flight.
You pause and look at me as intensely
As I look at you, my American Lady.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: I published a post recently called Butterflies Wanted, and then right afterwards, I was delighted to see an American Lady butterfly three or four times. This once, she even let me have a photograph. Although I still have not seen a Monarch, I feel quite happy with my Lady.

Butterflies Wanted

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Butterflies wanted,
Butterflies sadly missed.
Long blooms languish,
For want of their friends.
One swallowtail came, all alone.
Two cabbage butterflies danced and played,
But where have the Monarchs gone?
I remember them from my youth.
Now my youth is gone and so are the Monarchs.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham