At the touch of love
Butterfly magic
Touching our lives with love...
What more could we ask?
~ Bette A. Stevens
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Butterflies in poetic motion! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Entomology Etymology
Sure mariposa is a lovely word,
and psyche packs provocative surprise,
but I declare the English name’s absurd
that calls fantastic insects butterflies.
How do we from the dairy designate
a creature so refined it sips the bloom
and flits on air in faerie featherweight?
What message from that name should we assume?
It’s made of wings like petals in the air.
Butterflies in poetic motion! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Grandma’s Legacy: A Poem by Bette A. Stevens
Grandma and me (Bette A. Stevens) circa 1952.
Here it is January 24th, and I just saw a photo of my Grandma Babcock on my cousin Fred Hewitt’s Facebook Wall. It reminded me of how much I miss her and what a positive influence she was on all of our lives. Grandma’s Legacy is a poem that I wrote several years ago in honor of a truly great woman, Elizabeth A. Babcock, born January 1, 1898, died January 1, 1975. Grandma lives on in the hearts of memories of all whose lives she touched. The photo with my poem is one of me and Grandma circa 1952.
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The Ice Crystal Robe
~Poem by Bette A. Stevens © January 1, 2013~
I collected word nuggets for The Ice Crystal Robe several years ago. Last week I shot the photograph for this post when one of our lilac trees was shimmering like a gemstone in winter’s early morning sunlight after a storm. ~Bette A. Stevens~
The Ice Crystal Robe
Royal Finery,
glistening diamond ropes
embellish bare arms.
Her ice crystal robe
disappears by mid-morning.
Lilac stands naked.
Seasons of Clouds
Kathy's niece took these pictures of boomers the other night west of Edmonton. Kathy and I talked about what we saw in the clouds. There is a lot in there and yesterday, as I walked, I understood clouds meaning something different during different seasons of life.
The spring of childhood,
Clouds were homes
Where
My imagined friends
Came to life…
Simply sensational pictures, beautifully captured in Ivon Prefontaine's poetry!
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Aside
MOUNT BATTIE: Hiking the Tableland Trail
Ageless Amenities
Copyright -October 2012- Bette A. Stevens
Sandstone
mudstone
granite
and
basalt.
Step
by
step
I
climb
archaic
rock.
October mini-vacation plans included a day trip to climb Mount Battie in Camden, Maine. My friend Lea was up from Virginia for our annual get-together. Only five days and the meteorologists were predicting lots of clouds and little sun. The ground was damp and soggy from weeks of rain.
I’ve wanted to climb Mount Battie for several years, but hadn’t made the trek. We woke, dressed, packed for a short hike and headed out for Camden Hills State Park on the only day with a partly sunny forecast. Camden Hills State Park is historically significant because of its connection with Depression-era federal programs and early efforts in the 1930s to develop state park systems throughout the United States. The national park service relied on local talent, such as Hans Heistad, noted landscape architect, in addition to a Civilian Conservation Corps crew based in the area. The park is open from May through October and offers a hiking system with over 30 miles of trails. We were on our way.
Heading for the hills.
Quick stop for a photo op.
The trails start here, to the left we would veer.
The start of the trail, we’re sure to prevail.
Sandstone, mudstone, granite and basalt;
step by very cautious step, we climb archaic rock.
Down the pits and up the mounds, spying woodlands all around.
A mile and a half,
we finally made it through;
A hike that yields the grandest prize –
magnificent the view!
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Autumn Gold
A touch of impromptu catnip from a morning drive. . .
oh tree of burnished gold
your leaves shalt not wither
before illuminating my soul
~catnipoflife
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
~George Eliot
A Foot in the Mouth: Poems to Speak, Sing, and Shout by Paul B. Janeczko
A Foot in the Mouth: Poems to Speak, Sing, and Shout by Paul B. Janeczko.
Have YOU read with a child recently? Try this fun and funny book of poems…
Maine Poetry
Aster alpinus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Final Performance
by Bette A. Stevens © 8/29/2012
While asters, purple tutus donned
With velvet yellow crowns
Ballet to cricket violins,
Sway tiptoe in their gowns;
A golden orb in treetops rests
The stage a soft pale blue
And I among their audience
Too soon must say, “Adieu!”
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on Feb 25, 2013