Butterflies in poetic motion! ~ Bette A. Stevens
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.
It flutters down and up again above
the vernal earth, with no apparent care
except for sipping nectar, making love,
imprinting every flower with its kiss,
and propagating metamorphosis.
Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author 
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I always confuse these words. Great post!
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I jujst love this poem, Eunice. Did you mean Bette Heady? (it rhymes…) Of course I love butterflies and all things tagged nature. You do such a great job on capturing nature and human nature with your camera. Snowing here, too, after drizzle most of the day… But, spring is just around the corner. 🙂
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Love it thanks for re-blogging! Hope you are doing OK up your way SNOW? We have rain and 36 degrees
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SNOWING… they’re predicting a big one for us! Hurry up, spring. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, Eunice. You must be getting ready for your vacation soon… Thinking of you. Also, isn’t it near your birthday?
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Thanks so much Bette head is there already time to drag my heart along 🙂 DAMN SNOW we have one more month to go 🙂
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