On Sun, 1 Mar 98 11:06:18 GMT, you wrote:
>I would like more poems to be posted.
Candle-Flames and Butterflies.
Would you like to see how this thought
begins as a yellow-golden candle flame,
skitting and stuttering in the morning breeze
drifting in through the open window
of this small white 17th century cottage?
And the way the flame rises up
towards the thick dark black roof beams
where it becomes a red and orange butterfly,
its wings fluttering slowly as the dawn
spreads out through the shadow-darkened room.
The butterfly turns and flutters
out through that opened window
along an early sharp sunbeam
up into the sky and out over the waters
which are just a pale blue-green sheet
on that bed where you lie, only sleeping
and your dreams are filled
with candle-flames and butterflies.
--
David Hadley
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