Saturday, September 18, 2010


There were several butterfly shots in Friday's Shootout and a wonderful quote from Collectin Texas Gal from R.H. Heinlein that "Butterflies are self-propelled flowers."    It reminded me of a poem I wrote a little while ago.   So this is kind of a belated addendum to my shortened offering for Friday.


Constantly changing direction,
a living yellow leaf with a mind of its own
albeit a small one, never made up,
always about to alight
on a leaf, on a bud, on a stem,
here, then there,
on wings too big to be subtle
she’s off again, not knowing where,
as if she can’t decide.

Perhaps having been so recently
a worm, she’s afraid to place her feet
on any solid ground again,
like a brand new angel.


  1. Your post reminded me of one of my favorite books. I read it every once in a while to help me get my priorities back in order. "Hope for the Flowers" by Trina Paulus.

    I'll bet you have read it. It seems like it would be your type of book. Bagman and Butler would have a ball with it. :)

  2. I love how you, the writer, have observed the butterfly flitting around, seeming indecisive, and have thought of a perfectly good reason why.

  3. I loved this. It made my heart leap. Thanks!