A Summer Butterfly

A butterfly
On a
Sunny day
Flew by
My Labrador.
A snap of jaw.
And our summer chat
Of this and that.

All things must die
As the summer butterfly.
Death’s jaws will close
On man and rose.
You and I
Are but butterflies
Who love and laugh
And then must pass.

9 thoughts on “A Summer Butterfly

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      On one level I agree with you that the death of the butterfly is sad. But death is part of the great cycle and comes to all living things. Best wishes. Kevin

      Reply

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