Butterfly

I visited a Butterfly Garden, where time stood still. All was quiet as the butterflies flew from flower to flower searching for the sweet nectar.  How patient they were, as I was lucky enough to capture their beauty with the click of my camera.

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.

I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
~Ch'ien Ch'i, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

Butterflies of Saturn

Here are butterflies that skip 
Dull steps of metamorphosis
No isolation in cocoons
No gorging grubs like fat balloons
 Pure genesis on snow kissed  flowers
Comes with no imperiled hours
Their slow, eternal life begun
Beneath a pink pearlescent sun
Reflecting tints from rainbows born
With pastel lights of endless dawn 
Transcend through fabled time and myth
To form the rings of Saturn's mist.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney