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Butterfly, insects, monarch, nature, nature poetry, photography, skipper, swallowtail
Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Still, I just can’t help myself! These delightful denizens of the air float on my dreams. Let me know when you get sick of butterflies.
A Pasture Poem
This upstart thistle
Is young and touchy; it is
All barb and bristle,
Threatening to wield
Its green, jagged armament
Against the whole field.
Butterflies will dare
Nonetheless to lay their eggs
In that angle where
The leaf meets the stem,
So that ants or browsing cows
Cannot trouble them.
Summer will grow old
As will the thistle, letting
A clenched bloom unfold
To which the small hum
Of bee wings and the flash of
Goldfinch wings will come,
Till its purple crown
Blanches, and the breezes strew
The whole field with down.
- Richard Wilbur








Think butterflies and moths just beg to be photographed…in a fluttery kind of way.
Me too!