Friday, October 26, 2012

Poem Draft

Not quite in season, but it came to me this evening.

On Butterflies, for Brigitte and Arsen

Soft visions unfold, untwist like string,
like harmonies birds in the garden sing,
and burst to bloom
with colored wing
in dusty, sunny, windowed room:
by joke or grace (only God knows why)
the fairest flowers learn to fly.

1 comment:

  1. Brian5:20 PM

    This is my fav. poem you've posted so far.

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