It was a summer morning, old Gordon’s work was done, and he before his cottage door was sitting in the sun. On Day 535 of the daily poems our poet Gordon Hoyles notices the agitation of butterflies …
Sketch of the day
Enjoying morning coffee alfresco
I notice
agitated butterflies
with all wing profiles
like Vulcan Bombers.
Entities equally beautiful
but emotionally poles apart
like Heaven and Hell.
The Vulcan’s passed away now,
pinned down
in a dinosaur collection
but the butterfly’s still flying
Gordon Hoyles