Butterflies of Autumn

Updated on October 2, 2017

Resting on a flower's top, early one Autumn afternoon,

Gorgeous butterflies to throng, born from their cocoon.

Beautiful winged creatures each flying about the scene,

Adding such charm to the garden, so much joy to bring.

Their stature is one of such grace, each's presence there,

Wondrous creations of the Lord, meant for us all to share.

All busy as their cousin bees, as each spirit does flutter by,

Adding an enchantment, everyone, enraptured there am I.

Their work and dedication set a good example for us all,

Busy throughout the Summer months, well into the Fall.

Helping pollinate and reproduce, in serving of our world,

As seeds planted beneath the soil await stems all curled.

Heralding in the Autumn time, and all blending in just so,

Their notice sent to everyone, it's Fall time don't you know

They each serve as our greeting card, telling us the news,

That special season we do love, its colours can't confuse.

Autumn's most brilliant story, to be written every year,

The butterflies written epilogue, a joyous time is here.

Etching it in flower's blooms, all paint a precious scene,

Their works of art enjoyed, for all the warmth they bring.


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    • whonunuwho profile image

      whonunuwho 5 months ago from United States

      Thank you much my friend. Blessings. whonu

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      A lovely poem full of autumn colors. Enjoyed.

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      whonunuwho 5 months ago from United States

      Thank you for your nice review, my friend. Blessings. whonu

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      Louise Powles 5 months ago from Norfolk, England

      That's a lovely poem. I love butterflies. They are such beautiful little things.

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      Eric Dierker 5 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Whonu this is wonderful. My son and I have studied the butterfly quite a bit.

      Yet each Autumn and Spring we totally revert to a baby's wonderful amazement at such beauty.