Tuesday, June 23, 2009

"My Butterfly"


Then when I was distraught

And could not speak,

Sidelong, full on my cheek,

What should that reckless zephyr fling

But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!


"My Butterfly" Robert Frost



A piece done by my beautiful granddaughter, Cynthia.


The most beautiful of Butterflies.