‘Do you love butter?’ She muses idly,
leaning lazily over in the grass
towards the little yellow flowers.
She picks the perfect bloom
reaches forward to where he rests
holding the dainty cup under his chin.
He sighs, but does not open his eyes
smiling at her childlike delight.
She watches as his stubble shadow
glows golden in reflection of her bloom.
Then brushes a pollen kiss against his lips
whispering the bare breeze into his ears
‘make love to me in this meadow please.’
Amid the constant chatter of crying birds
beneath a steady drone of working bees
warmed by the naked summer sunshine
A flotilla of butterflies set sail and rise.

*A poem dedicated to my darling husband Neil on the 4th anniversary of our marriage, on Midsummer’s day, saying it with flowers*

**picture is kindly shared courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/dgeezer/ with thanks


15 responses to “Buttercups

  1. A really nice soft and poem with murmur of everlasting love. A very happy Anniversary to this lovely couple. Have a wonderful time. Always.

  2. Lovely poem, Abi, and what a lucky man Neil is. May you celebrate marriage happiness together for a long time to come. πŸ™‚

  3. Oh how lovely Abi – love those little flowers – spent manhy happy hours asking do you like marg or butter – holding under the chin – wishing you and Neil a wonderfully happy anniversary and on this magical day of Midsummer – hgs Lib

  4. I love butter πŸ˜€ Happy belated anniversary to you both. We’ve all been pretty tranquil of late haven’t we? *goes off in search of trouble*

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