Butterflys in the Garden in the Height of the Spring

Didi
I can tell you,

It was glorious fair.

They were lit up.

Like a steal of silver from the lining of the clouds,

Or from a spool of grannys hair.

They were colourful,

Like lambent.

Aglow of nature, blues and mustards,

They were in the green.

They were allowing the leaves,

Of a desidious tree.

They were vintage in their grammatical relations,

The blue sky betwean the foliations was-

-Like a string, it was inclining them

To bring. Brillience of Him.

Butterflys in the garden in the height of the spring.

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I grew up in a neighbourhood that was by virtue, ordinary - I am glad when with what is ordinary. I'm also an aspiring devout Catholic. You can visit my blog at http://familiarisunus.blogspot.com/  View profile

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  • Didi4/26/2007

    I do agree it is the time of new beginnings. The mourning is my favourite time of the day. As regards gardens though, I don't have a garden where I l presently live.

  • M.S.Medina4/25/2007

    Hi DiDi. I guess we both dig this time of the year. It is the time of rebirth and new beginnings, right? :}

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