Butterflies
Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers;
O living flowers against the heedless blue
Of summer days, what sends them dancing through
This fiery-blossom’d revel of the hours?
Theirs are the musing silences between
The enraptured crying of shrill birds that make
Heaven in the wood while summer dawns awake;
And theirs the faintest winds that hush the green.
And they are as my soul that wings its way
Out of the starlit dimness into morn:
And they are as my tremulous being—born
To know but this, the phantom glare of day.
Siegfried Sassoon
Beautiful.
Birds and butterflys ~ You and Andy do have a thing about flight…
The definition on the wings of the butterfly at bottom left is so crisp.
xhenry
Thanks Henry, I do think my butterfly images are coming along quite nicely. But, I take so many that I have a lot to choose from!