Sleepy Orange Butterfly — Image by kenne
Sleepy orange rests,
wings folded in morning hush—
dreaming in orange.
It does not sleep as we do,
yet the meadow knows
its quiet rhythm—
a pause between flights,
a breath held in color,
waiting for the calling.
Thank you, Kenne, for the poem and the beautiful butterfly inspiring your poetry.
Joanna
You are more than welcome. I appreciate your comment.