In Spring the heart-throb butterfly
Makes lovers stop to touch and sigh
While others watch them passing by
Excited without asking why.
Though it may be a silly thing
When butterflies are fluttering
It’s better than what Winters bring
When frozen hope lacks warmth to sing.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photo: “Flowers in a Pot” by the author
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 