Thursday, August 21, 2014

Stained Glass

Stained Glass

Pieces of color
melded together
to form the whole.
anytime, but
never more than
when the sunlight
streams through.
Fragile beauty
whose loss
 would be

I had been looking at some stained glass at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. A few days later, I took some pictures of this butterfly. As I was going through the photographs, it occurred to me that the butterfly looked like it was made out of stained glass. These events inspired the poem.

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  1. Lovely. I picked up a dead butterfly on the golf course this week and dropped it into a pot of flowers. It was one that shimmered in blues and tiny dots of gold. Such beauty in such a tiny form.

    1. Thanks, Letty. That was a lovely gesture. They really are beautiful creatures.