Easter
The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.
Joyce Kilmer
The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.
Joyce Kilmer’s tiny poem captures a fleeting Easter moment in just two gentle breaths. The speaker feels the air itself become something light and alive—a butterfly with “frail blue wings.” That image isn’t just pretty; it makes the whole atmosphere feel delicate, almost as if the morning could…
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