Poetry

Barter

With Fluttering Wings
As if He Owned the Sky,
A Teensy-Weensy
Jubilant Butterfly,
Keen to Spot
Someone to Love
In the Backyard
Of My Grange
Alighted On a Flower
Yellow-Orange.

As the Clement Sunshine
Sneaked Through
The Hair thin Gap
As they Kissed,
Some Yellow was Dropped
And Orange was Gained.
Cherub, timely, Ensured,
To Top it All, it Rained.

No More Orange,
No More Yellow,
Could be Seen Apart
As they Soaked
And Each Did Charter,
In the Middle of
The Fluid Barter.


Photo Credit: Larisa-K

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