Twice Blessed

Water_witch-2by Abigael04 Jun 2014

Like a whisper, a Comma
butterfly's thistledown touch,
she waves two long feelers
her thread like feet clutch

on to my hand. She's at peace
with my peace, I feel graced,
her sculpted wings two apiece
the Comma is not in haste.

Her wings open in splendour,
black laced on to burnt orange
Once a caterpillar, a pretender
transformed to flights range

she lands where I stand, gifted
by her trust, at one with nature
my heart is warmed and lifted
she flies on to new adventure

with her mate, the joyous pair
fluttering hither and thither
both settle again, on my hair
a double blessing and a prayer.