I watch
you dip and fly
dancing, leaf to leaf,
taking ease any place you land-
eluding my lens as if I mean to steal your soul.
Your visage burns into my memory
I have no designs on your soul-
just an image to sustain me
through winter’s coming chill.
© Nancilynn Saylor
Photo of Zebra Long Wing Butterfly
resting on Magnolia tree limb.
Beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Jazz. I love watching them.
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