A butterfly lands and rests her wings
sipping nectar
water
all delicious things.
Then she leaves
flutters away
her bright colours
all on display.
Maybe tomorrow
or
the day after today
she’ll be
on her journey
to a southern land
miles away.
Where there
too
she’ll sip more nectar
fluttering
one flower to another
her colours on display
all those miles away.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Feel the rays of sunshine bright
Beaming down from morning to night
Their passing is silent
Searing hot, radiating light
From millions of miles away
In a landscape both hot, tumultuous
And blazing bright, the sun comes
Bringing nutritious, living life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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