Blue Morpho taken by Gregory Philips from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Blue_morpho_butterfly.jpg
The Big Blue is in front of me
Most beautiful species I ever did see
I grip the net tightly between my hands
Homemade and woven by individual strands
From generations collected of silkworm line
I step cautiously, keep quiet focus in mind
Raise the net high, ready for a swift sweep…
And stop.
Watching the butterfly sway.
Take off in a flutter, into the clear sky
I let it fly away,
And wave an imaginary goodbye.
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“I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.” ― Jeffrey McDaniel
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Just for fun footnote: The name of the poem comes one of my favourite childhood shows, Arthur. In an episode entitled “Binky Barnes, Wingman”, Binky becomes obsessed with butterflies and vows to catch one he calls “Big Blue”, who always escapes, satirizing the scenario of Captain Ahab and Moby Dick.
Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead
thebookybunhead 
lovely poem. and thanks for the “like.”
No need to thank me for every like. I enjoy your little posts. Thanks for stopping by!
i guess i’m learning blogging etiquette.
Ahaha, bloggers love getting comments, it makes us feel appreciated. I just wanted to spare you the trouble 🙂
ok. (though it’s no trouble. i am grateful. but your point is noted.)
Great poem, and a great quote. I’ve never heard that one before :).
Glad you like it 🙂
Fantastic poem=) Never thought of trees letting go. A beautiful metaphor
Thank you for stopping by 🙂