Posts Tagged ‘butterfly’


Monarch catafalque

       hiding colorful surprise

              garden’s winged beauty

11/14/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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Bright green sleeping bag

       hanging from tall milkweed plant

              future butterfly

8/24/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

3’rd Place = Ind. N.P.D. 2004.

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        NO GOD?


Sceptics say “There is no God”

They’re wrong, He’s everywhere

I need but open nature’s door

To see His wonders there


The velvet in a petaled rose

A butterfly’s bright hue

The sun’s warm rays upon my face

And sparkling drops of dew                                                     

A rainbow on a summer day      

A cooling mid-day rain         

Moonlight’s dusky golden glow

On earth’s great counterpane

Snow-capped mountains touching sky

With valley’s down below

An ocean with it’s white capped waves

And streams where willows grow


No God? With all this beauty

How foolish can they be

He’s ever present in our lives

How sad, they cannot see


11/20/99     Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Monarch Butterfly



He beat his wings against the pane,

And fell from the exhausting strain.

       Hand forming cup,

       I picked him up.

He tipped his wings in gratitude,

And flew off from his interlude.


9/9/96           Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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I saw a cat approach you

As  you fluttered on the ground

Prepared to pounce upon you

Without the slightest sound 


I hurried to your rescue

And got there just in time

To save you from an early death

While you are in your prime


Then I took you to my garden

Where a flowered bush grows

And there you sipped the nectar

From the center of a rose


Then you basked in golden sunshine                 

And dried your dew-damp wings

While I enjoyed the beauty

That a butterfly brings


1/20/01 – Phyliis DeWitt VanVleck

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A Flash of Blue



Along my garden’s floral path

I saw a flash of blue.

It came to rest upon my arm,

And then as if on cue,

It rose to glide upon a breeze.

I marveled at the grace

And fragile beauty of its wings,

As lovely as fine lace.

Then I noticed that my garden

Was alive with patterned hue,

As small wings slowly fluttered there

In floral rendezvous.

I knew that this exquisite scene

Would not be mine for long,

For soon the tiny wings would stop

In metamorphosed song.


9/4/91      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck


4’th … Indiana NPD 1992

1’st … Indiana NPD 1993

1’st … Arkansas NPD 1996

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