A butterfly alights on crimson petals.
It gingerly steps and rustles the flower.
The wings flutter to expose orange and white.
It joins the blossoms in a daily ritual.

I was lucky to be standing by.
The day was busy as I searched for employment.
My panic contrasted with the happy insect.
The cooperative flower spread an aura of peace.
I walked away softly to not disturb the scene.

The butterfly took aloft as I left.
It flew up to the sun and vanished.
As the afternoon faded, the flower slowly closed.
They share an ancient pattern.
I am happy to understand the ways of nature.

W. Wayne B.

Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: dahlia butterfly. By jmehre [Image license]