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The Butterfly's Crossing
by Delilah CoynePerilous, the butterfly's journey across the highway.
Shimmering midnight wings, small flecks of electric blue,
flutter lazily, whimsical,
as burning, churning engines roar along
just inches from her carefree flight.
Across two lanes of molten blacktop
her wings carry her
safely to the tall, cool green of the
roadside grass.
09/11/2006 Author's Note: I saw this on my way home today and it just struck me as something I wanted to jot down.
Posted on 09/11/2006
Copyright © 2025 Delilah Coyne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/12/06 at 01:00 AM I like the fragileness of the flutterby and her eventual safe landing....I seen her clearly. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/11/11 at 01:53 PM The butterly's peril well illustrated. And although I get your point, it doesn't end by landing on the grass...cool green of the roadside grass, where a spider awaits it.
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