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BUTTERFLIES AND LILACS
(And Whispers On The Breeze)

Sorry I missed you today.
I waited for your return,
thinking it might be any moment.
I was there to tell you how sorry
I am that I allowed so much time
to pass between visits. I came
to tell you how much I love you,
and that I need you in my life.

I sat on your porch swing, where
we shared our laughter in days
gone by. It was quiet there,
and I thought I could hear
our voices from way back then.
I allowed my thoughts to drift,
as I was carried away in memory;
the heady scent of lilacs drugging
my contact with the present.

Perhaps I even dozed, awaking
when I heard you call my name.
I turned, but you were not there.
A butterfly hovered in front of my face,
as if it had something to tell me,
then turned and flew away,
as I heard your voice whisper,
“Goodbye, old friend”.

I learned later,
that you had passed away
that afternoon. A time that I was
wrapped in remembrance of you.
A time of lilac scent, butterflies,
and whispers on the breeze.

Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck – 8/27/03

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SUNFLOWER SURPRISE

I really didn’t want you there
You weren’t even sown
From a little seed the birds missed
You sprouted on your own

You offered up a nice buffet
For little chickadees
To lemon-yellow finches
And butterflies and bees

Then you gave me summer beauty
With your huge yellow crown
And shared your many visitors
Until your leaves turned brown

9/10/89 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

5’th … Indiana NPD 1991

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NATURE AS IT USED TO BE

 

There used to be a tapestry

Of nature’s verdant artistry

A hill where trees and wildlife grew

But now it’s gone from scenic view

Replaced by station and a shed

Both, painted blue and garish red

Like bleeding wounds upon the earth

Replacing years of ancient birth

 

No treetops where a breeze can sigh

In tender leafy lullaby

That cast their shadows down below

In summer’s rain and winter’s snow

No fingered roots to run down deep

Entwining willows that would weep

Embracing those of elm and spruce

And those with fruits once ripe with juice

 

No lovely blossoms, pink and white

Emitting fragrance day and night

Where bees paid visit in the spring

With busy wings that seemed to sing

 

No place for birds to stop and perch

On nesting-trees, like oak and birch

Where butterflies were wont to rest

While on relentless nectar quest

No more birds of brilliant hue

That flashed their colors as they flew

No place for squirrels to race around

On branch and trunk, down to the ground

 

The grove is gone and can’t return

Tall trees and bushes – flower and fern

And soon all spots of earthly class

Will be replaced by steel and glass

If I could only have my way

Such spots would be designed to stay

So in the future you could see

Nature as it used to be

 

7/16/92           Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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MY NEIGHBOR’S UGLY YARD

 

People are aghast at my neighbor’s ugly yard

Because it insists on doing its own thing,

Surrounded by pampered manicured lawns.

At first glance it looks like Don King’s hair

In a windstorm, wild and untrainable.

 

I think Don King would like this yard,

That dares to be different.

Actually it has great appeal, and I yearn

To copy-cat, but I don’t want to face the wrath

Of the “Committee For Getting Rid of That Damn Yard.”

 

Lawns that look like velvet carpets are nice to lie upon

As you stargaze or cloud-watch,

But it will never offer up the glories of my neighbor’s

Patch of nature in the wild:

Wild flowers unfolding their beauty among the rocks,

Wisteria curling around a rusty wagon wheel,

Woodfern unfurling their fiddleneck fronds,

Bluebells ringing in sweet accord,

Sly jack in the pulpit peeking out from

Behind a piece of log,

Tiny bluets, hugging the earth, hoping not to be crushed,

A burst of yucca, slcing the air with it’s leaves,

Blue lupine, firebush, forest-green moss, poppies—

Flashing a symphony of color.

There are many minuscule flowers, so dainty

They take one’s breath away.

This little piece of paradise is a haven

For the butterflies, ladybugs, fuzzy caterpillars,

And toads who call it home.

Nature at its best.

 

My neighbor’s ugly yard?

 

            Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       SUMMER SCENT

 

The bushes in my big backyard

Are now in scented bloom

Emitting fragrance all day long . . .

My garden’s sweet perfume

 

Butterflies are lured by scent

So dine upon them all

And they will be there every day

Until the petals fall

 

7/12/00   Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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