RDP Sunday: Ragged
Choosing shade
from the heat
resting wings
too tired to beat
a Frangipanni leaf
convenient seat
safe and secure
quite the feat.
Wings of a butterfly
gossamer thin
millions of beats
renting scales
to sustain life
from flower to flower
now slower
still delicate.
Sometimes you are alone. I hope you are OK. this is a sort of ragged by Rod Stewart
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Lovely photos and a great poetic description.
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Thank you Dan for enjoying both photos and words
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I do find tatty butterflies rather sad.
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I do as well knowing it’s not much longer to taste flowers and flit around my garden
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;(
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Beautiful and poignant poem and photos.
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Thank you for enjoying words and photos Karina 🥰
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This is lovely, Brian. Serendipity too — I was just watching a documentary on about butterflies this morning. Hugs.
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Thank you Teagan. Isn’t it funny when two worlds collide in the most unusual ways
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I like the poem Brian. Last year I photographed a Swallowtail and had no idea how it could flit from flower to flower – its wings were in shreds and it was only August. I suspect some tear their wings on rosebush thorns.
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Thank you Linda. Sad to see tattered butterflies
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Yes, something that beautiful and delicate should remain pristine until its demise.
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All very lovely, 🙂
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Thank you Sue 😀
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