Today is Poetry Friday. I chose a poem by Robert Frost. It is part of a set of New Hampshire poems. I chose New Hampshire because I desire to move there one day.
Blue-Butterfly Day
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire
Until next time.
~L
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1 comment:
Wow--this is gorgeous. I don't think I've ever read this Frost before!
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
What delicious lines...
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