You stand on Lake Placid’s shore
viewfinder framing
clear water revealing
fish just hanging out,
four ducks sailing into what was nothing like
a South Carolina August afternoon
because the sun kisses gentle
while breeze lays ripples on wet
like your fingers ruffling my hair at night
when we’re falling asleep;
viewfinder framing
swallowtails—yellow wings flirting with currents,
they dance
circle
bob
tack
do-si-do
to a sound I am sure
means
peace.
…Nan Lundeen
2 thoughts on “dance of the swallowtails”
Beautiful poem, Nan! A fellow artist, whether he/she is a photographer, painter, musician, or another writer is always a source of inspiration, another vision of the world around us. I’m so glad you have Ron to be yours.
Beautiful poem, Nan! A fellow artist, whether he/she is a photographer, painter, musician, or another writer is always a source of inspiration, another vision of the world around us. I’m so glad you have Ron to be yours.
I like that, Carolyn–“another vision of the world around us.” Thanks.