Through With Winter Shores | Laveda D. Rockford

 

THROUGH WITH WINTER SHORES

 

A long-weighted time on winter shores,

longing for spring,

A glimpse of it here and there,

Through sunshine and rain.

 

Oh, that spring would finally arrive

And bring with it such fun fair,

Awe, that it fills the air,

From drab to a colorful hue when it’s there.

 

Beautiful blossoms and scents fill the air,

Soft breezes dry the silky fare,

The awe of spring is here.

 

Insects, bugs, and crawly things,

Flit through the garden,

Looking for things,

And then a beautiful sight to see,

In a garden so fair,

The big, bright, beautiful wings of a butterfly, flying there.

 

It captures the scent of nectar so pure,

The color of flowers for flight,

The butterfly so delicate and the flower,

Its perfect delight.

 

What wonders I see in the late afternoon sun?

When butterflies decide to drink some,

Flittering here and fluttering there,

Oh, what a sight!

 

Through with winter, into spring,

and hot days of summer,

A butterfly seen is a delight,

Especially the ones in my sight.

 

Beauty describes this beautiful fair,

Describing it with words and heart with care,

The beauty of spring and summer,

The butterfly fluttering there.

 

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