She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
that's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the prose! And I love how you've captured the elusive butterfly and made her wings look like paper!!!
ReplyDeletebreathless
ReplyDeletewow! WOW!!!
ReplyDeleteSooo lovely, the photo and the words...
ReplyDeletethat you for the gift of your beautiful art today, Lovely One.
ReplyDeleteHugs !
Beautiful words and photograph, Beth. I am glad she flew away ;-)
ReplyDeleteOne word...Beautiful:)
ReplyDeleteWe're both doing butterflies today! Love the angle of yours ... they are elusive for sure.
ReplyDeleteSo glad she visited you. What a gift! xo Jenny
ReplyDeleteLovely all the way around.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous photo and poem!
ReplyDeleteI love waiting for the butterflies to descend. Then i get my macro lens out and play! Beautiful description... sounds like a woman i wouldnt mind being ;D
ReplyDeleteA beautiful picture to start a new day! Thanks
ReplyDeletebeautiful words to accompany your lovely image
ReplyDeleteso very pretty.
ReplyDeletexo
ooh, love, love, love... you are on fire :)
ReplyDeleteHey, Stargirl ~
ReplyDeletesigh. beautiful!
ReplyDelete:o)
ReplyDeletelighting is so beautiful
ReplyDeleteit hurts!
(glad she slipped away from those
pins)
-Jennifer
You can fly girl ... you can fly!
ReplyDeleteThe detail of those wings...amazing as your beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteThe butterfly photo is perfect. I hope to one day get a good shot of one.
ReplyDeleteThe words make me smile because it means freedom.
Just lovely...
ReplyDeleteI have no words--this is breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteOh, my. gorgeous words and photo.
ReplyDeletelove this .. and you :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, wow!
ReplyDelete