Delight adorns butterfly’s fluttering wings in flight,
Flight is his beauty for anemones to delight.
Wing flitters freely and his fragile moods can swing,
Swing dances he teaches the white flowers with his wing.
Breeze finds him out among the blooming buckeye red trees,
Trees push his innocent virgin spirit in the breeze.
Dance nurtures the flower to put her into a deep trance,
Trance is his way to gather pollen for her life to dance.
Dreams fiery rise in crimson, when the flower gleams,
Gleams of dawn in the east are his love powerful dreams.
Charms are her powers to spread the fragrances in his arms
Arms are his wings when he flies to search for other charms.
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-butterfly-the-mirror-sestet-poetry/
