A POEM A DAY - BUTTERFLY EYES



There is a hundred metre stretch of path on the hillside where the butterflies play. I have not noticed any particular plant or flower that attracts them but every time I walk there the butterflies appear as I pass the door of pine trunks. Now in late summer they seem slower, a little ragged round their wings, ready to stop awhile on a leaf to let me catch their beauty before they fly away. 







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