Swallowtail Grace

And, when I was watering the onions and garlic
this fluttering yellow and black
swallowtail butterfly flew right over my head
heart fluttering with her soft wingbeat
heard her wingsong in the air,
reminding me of your voice and
that gave me three graces today
the butterfly
your voice singing
and grace enough to write this.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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0 Responses to Swallowtail Grace

  1. Rosemerry says:

    I know that sound … the wingsong. It often stops me in my tracks.
    Oh the grace we give each other, friend. How it goes around and around and around.

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