Noon Interlude

Sweet yellow butterfly
Waves in a true blue sky.
Palm trees sway gently,
Leaves whisper secrets,
Winter Sun pours out his light
And holds me… Bliss.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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19 Responses to Noon Interlude

  1. arjaybe says:

    With snow still covering the ground here, images of palm trees and butterflies are fragile and ephemeral, but nice.-) Fortunately, things are melting and it won’t be long before I can smell the river again.



  2. pjb1943 says:

    I wanna be where those palm trees are…, on a towel on the beach, laying in the sun getting warm !!! Written so vividly I can feel it, Em. Great job.


  3. A midi
    I say

    I am enchanted by your bliss at being held by the sun.
    Powerful metaphor.


  4. As ever, beautifully drawn


  5. ladysighs says:

    Butterflies!!! YES!


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