Flowerbox Visitors

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The Flowerbox Visitors


In the flower box
Butterflies and bumble bees
Flit from blossom to blossom
Putting on a show to see

Sweet scents emitted
Into otherwise drab air
A little girl picks a flower
Tucking it into her hair

Lawns nearby are tidy
A cat lazes under a tree
Momma's hanging washing
In a hammock sleeps Daddy

Along the sidewalk rides
A little boy on a trike
Dreaming he is a driver
Of a race car he happens to like

© By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)



The Flowerbox Visitors


My flowerbox is receiving guests,
Lovely butterflies just stopping by.
Lightly, on a blue petal one rests,
As fluttering wings dazzle the eye.

Each of them, a colorful flower,
Fragile blossom flitting in mid air.
I watch them, hidden in my bower,
Very pleased, indeed, to see them there.

Too short is a butterfly’s visit,
For their lives are of short duration;
Yet, their fragile form is exquisite,
Beauty worthy of adulation.

© By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)



The Butterfly


My oh my I saw a butterfly
fluttering here, fluttering there
looking for pretty flowers
looking for something sweet

I stopped and watched this butterfly
as its flight made me comment
my oh my,
for around me it did flit

To the dandelions, to the iris it did go,
but then and I will be durned
it flew to her window box,
where nothing green did grow.

Why did that butterfly
go to that empty window box,
was it there once before,
It was not around last season.

© By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)



Museum Piece


stained glass art on wings
God's museum piece in nature
view floral background

© By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)



Flowerbox Visitors


Monarch, you are so aptly named,
King for a while of all you touch,
On air, and sea, and land you fly,
Yet touching chosen petals
With lightness of clouds
And gentleness.

Only fleetingly seen
By mortals here below,
But thrilling to your gold and ebony,
Darting to and fro
Shocking triangles spreading
On delicate summer blooms.

Oh, that your time
Were not so short,
That your kingly hues
Could illumine snow
Not waiting, hidden
When winter hearts are sad.

© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


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