These sunny days of May
slur, slow,
and empty-head us:-
some white dandelion button,
all the seeds of ruminations blown.
I have little part to play
in world's show -
what words address,
if I can cast to cut 'em,
the limit of my little kingdom grown.
Yet, for one stanza, stay
before you go;
darting between us
the holly blue, comedian,
stitches our startles, so smiles are sewn.
..........................
The holly blue is a common small blue butterfly.
This effort is in a rough-and-ready form made by writing one irregular stanza then trying to match it another two times.
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The Singing Season
PoetryThe Singing Season. That's the spring-time. You'll also like other MajorSeventh poetry collections - and there are so many to choose from.
