November
Today I saw a butterfly--
And with what sweet unreason
Seemed such loveliness a-wing
This frosty season.
There were no honey goblets
To which it might have come;
Not even one blue aster cup,
Not one chrysanthemum.
I saw a butterfly today--
How wan its flight, how slow!--
A last white butterfly, or else
A first soft flake of snow.
Kitchen Sonnets
by
Ethel Romig Fuller
Welcome to November!
There still are chrysanthemums in my garden.
Haven't seen a white butterfly,
but watch the hummingbird visiting nearby.
Welcome to November!
There still are chrysanthemums in my garden.
Haven't seen a white butterfly,
but watch the hummingbird visiting nearby.
