puddling late summer sunbeams fall through forest leaves wet with recent rain my path beside the creek slippery with puddles mud and round wet stones without warning a cloud of swallowtails startle from sipping the nectar of soil I am surrounded wrapt in golden wings -puddling is when butterflies gather - sometimes in the hundreds - to sip nutrients from mud butterflies walking a meadow filled with goldenrod and thistles blanketed with moths and bees and butterflies gorgeous golden swallowtails sip from thistles flap and sip again and flutter drinking nectar copulating laying eggs dying when it's time what more do we accomplish in our human lives with all our complications computers calendars clocks loose change cars cages wars - we are decorations on God’s earth like flowers blooming in the fields Jonathan (9 yrs)
eve is a Voices In The Glen storyteller and sometime poet who shares her work with Poetry Evenings, formerly of the Quince Orchard Library; The Summer Poetry Workshop; and at the Hyattstown Mill Arts Project Open Mike. She maintains a library of Local Poets at the Quince Orchard Library (any local author who donates a book may have it included in our circulating collection). She has a husband, four adult children, a good dog, a bad cat, and a backyard full of her husband’s bees.
Image: Eastern tiger swallowtails in the Allegheny National Forest from IvoShandor under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.