I've watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! - not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! - not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
- William Wordsworth - "To a Butterfly"
Our beautiful planet earth is home to all creatures, no matter how big or small...
:D Delicate and gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteSure is. A tiny, but beautiful little creature.
DeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteSo small, but so beautiful.
DeleteGreat pic & lovely poem - I can see why Wordsworth is so loved; and he certainly had the perfect name.
ReplyDeleteI know...his name is such a perfect fit.
Deletewow..amazing, isn't it?!
ReplyDeleteIt sure is. I love when these tiny little creatures visit my garden. They add a special beauty to it.
DeleteGreat poem by the master. I will look at butterflies differently now. Thanks Martha.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Jim. Butterflies are one of my favourite garden visitors; they are precious.
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