842. A butterfly lowers and rises with the wind’s gusty breath, as if coupled within a dance of loving tenderness. ~Author Unknown

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Dance on my beautiful, winged friends
to “la sublime danse de la vie!”


Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds,

With Nature’s secrets in thy tints unrolled

Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words…

~Excerpted italicized lines from a poem by
Thomas Wentworth Higginson

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In a small grassy field
With the trees all around
There’s a fairy ring ancient and old
And at times you can hear
Perfect echoes of sound–
‘Tis the music of ages untold

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For the crickets keep time
To a waltz or a reel
And the birds fill that lovely expanse
With the notes to a tune
With a light, airy feel–
In the field where the butterflies dance

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Where the wildflowers bloom
With a sweet perfume
In a rainbow of colours and shades
Where the maids hurry down
From the hill-top town
And the butterflies dance with the maids

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On a winged pirouette
Or a six legged slip
How they dance, and they wheel and they turn!
And their wings flash in time
To a bright Scottish trip
While the lassies turn ’round by the burn

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Where they splash in the stream
Or they lie and dream
Where the bullfrogs thrum
While the butterflies wing
And the hummingbirds hum
While the merry maids sing
In the field where the butterflies dance
~Excerpted verses from a poem
by Isaiah Zerbst

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…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance… ~Ecclesiastes 3:4  ✝

**All images via Pinterest

35 thoughts on “842. A butterfly lowers and rises with the wind’s gusty breath, as if coupled within a dance of loving tenderness. ~Author Unknown

  1. Wow, Natalie! You’ve outdone yourself. As everyone has said, the pictures are incredible and add me to the list of those who love butterflies! It’s impossible to choose between the fascinating butterflies and the marvelous poem. I’m sorry to say, I’ve never heard of this author, but I’ll be looking him up. You always add the cherry to the my enjoyment of the ‘reader’. Thanks so much.

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      • I find that when I separate that time to be alone with God, it does a world of good for me. Peace, tranquility and clarity of thought. Ahhhhhhhh. The best time for me is right after breakfast. I have my morning coffee with Him. My kids have their ‘alone times’, and I have mine. Hehehe. I’ve trained them well. My aspie son is really into routine. We can not start his school day without him having his ‘alone time’. Gotta love that about aspies.
        Have a wonderful week Natalie and take good care.
        Love and hugs, S. 🙂 ❤

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  2. I love the photos, and I especially love the poem Natalie. Butterflies speak to me in ways you can’t imagine — life, rebirth. A special beauty shared only by angels and hummingbirds. Thank you for this, on this particular day. I am rested, and at peace for the first time in a very long time. “A time to mourn”, a time to laugh, and be merry, sing dance and celebrate life. I broke away from the complete quote because I like my interpretation of today. I shouldn’t do my own interpretation, but just for today, I am feeling so rested, so happy. Bless you Natalie.

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    • You are so very welcome, Angie. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. I adore butterflies too. I thrilled to hear that you are at peace and feel rested. I pray that you stay that way and have a marvelous week. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

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