Poetry Friday round-up is with Julie at The Drift Record
Photo by Kim Douillard
The Butterfly
touched my outstretched hand
for only a millisecond,
yet left behind
a tingleon my sensitive,
scarred skin.
I kept my arm
outstretched
waiting,watching
this fluttering yellow kite
dart through the goldenrod
Daddy grew from seed.How could he have known
when he sowed and watered
that at this moment
when I needed it mostA butterfly would
leave Joy
on my outstretched hand?Margaret Simon, all rights reserved
Reflection: Yesterday, I wrote about touch. I saw this amazing photograph on Kim Douillard’s post this morning. All day the gift of touch has been on my mind. Even the slightest touch of a butterfly can wrap us in a moment of Joy. What else is there?
Reflections on the Teche 
Beautiful, words and picture. I love that “fluttering yellow kite”, Margaret, and the sweet tone you’ve written in. I have a picture of a swallowtail that I am so proud that I caught it!
Oh my, Margaret, this is beauty of a poem!
A butterfly would
leave Joy
on my outstretched hand?
It makes me tingle just reading about your tingle!
“…Joy on my outstretched hand.” Oh I love the image and your words. A beautiful pairing. That fluttering yellow kite catches the butterfly in flight perfectly.
Lovely words to match a lovely photo, Margaret! This poem is like your butterfly, leaving joy in the hearts of all who read it.
Beautiful! I love: “watching
this fluttering yellow kite
dart through the goldenrod”
I love that your tingling moment leads to one of remembering your father. Butterflies often seem to be messengers.
Beautiful-beautiful in every aspect-imagery, wording-Wow! Margaret, this is a powerful poem that brings joy to my heart. I would love to showcase this with Kim’s photo at the spring gallery (Kim sent me an offering already and so did you but these are stunning).
Carol, you may use my poem. Kim will have to give permission for the photo, even though I stole it.
So beautiful, Margaret! That gift of touch seeps right to my heart.