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.
30 comments:
that's beautiful.
Beautifully written.
I love the prose! And I love how you've captured the elusive butterfly and made her wings look like paper!!!
breathless
wow! WOW!!!
Sooo lovely, the photo and the words...
that you for the gift of your beautiful art today, Lovely One.
Hugs !
Beautiful words and photograph, Beth. I am glad she flew away ;-)
One word...Beautiful:)
We're both doing butterflies today! Love the angle of yours ... they are elusive for sure.
So glad she visited you. What a gift! xo Jenny
Lovely all the way around.
What a gorgeous photo and poem!
I 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
A beautiful picture to start a new day! Thanks
beautiful words to accompany your lovely image
so very pretty.
xo
ooh, love, love, love... you are on fire :)
Hey, Stargirl ~
sigh. beautiful!
:o)
lighting is so beautiful
it hurts!
(glad she slipped away from those
pins)
-Jennifer
You can fly girl ... you can fly!
The detail of those wings...amazing as your beautiful words.
The butterfly photo is perfect. I hope to one day get a good shot of one.
The words make me smile because it means freedom.
Just lovely...
I have no words--this is breathtaking.
Oh, my. gorgeous words and photo.
love this .. and you :)
Lovely, wow!
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