Heralds

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

A butterfly gives beauty, pleasure, grace,

All free for us — the beauty in its wings,

The pleasure in its flight and floating pace.

The beauty of its floating, zigzag swings

Increases loveliness as movement must

In dreams and daydreams and in wishes.  Flight

Tells hearts that beauties in our fields adjust

The universe.  Such beauties show their might

Again, again, again.  In night times and in noons

Such movements tell us simply life is full

Beyond our thoughts and in the Buddhist moons

Are moths that sweep religions’ sacred pull.

  The moths are dusty, scaley, silver green

    And tend to teach what oracles have seen.

May 20, 2026