Orange Tip


He swam past me as I went
through the gate. Tapping his
wings on the spring air.

Bouncing off the heat rays
that emanated from the ground.
His orange pool on the wing

taking him away from the
cabbage white. Nudging him
up a notch as an artistic butterfly.

I watched him bob on a wave of heat
as I walked into the field. He left my
eye lashes whispering
Wait for me, wait for me

By Gareth Culshaw

Orange Tip Butterfly on Blue Bell


Gareth lives in North Wales. He loves the outdoors especially Snowdonia. He is published in various magazines across the U.K. Visit his website here.

Photo by Sue Chillingworth

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