Summer Pleasures


It was summertime

that was all that mattered

as it flittered and fluttered

from flower to flower

in a green meadow

it had all summer to dance

all summer to love and romance

there was nothing to stand in the way

except for a rainy day

the sun blazed above

the sweet smell of berries

and new mown grass\

It was summer

and summer was for fun

it had a coat of many colors

all orange and green and yellow

high, high up in a blue summer sky

past clouds drifting by

down back into the meadow

where the red poppies

and yellow daisies beckoned

from clover to clover

in a dance that made it so dizzy

summer always made it seem

that this dream

would go on and on

till even eternity

but alas it knew

that it had but one summer to live and love

for fall would come

and its life was so short

but oh, to dance and to be merry

for as long as it could

made this butterfly so very happy


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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4 Responses to Summer Pleasures

  1. Ravish Star says:

    Cute! 🙂

  2. And there will be other butterflies in other summers…

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