Blue-Butterfly Day

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Brooke Short, Student Contributor

This poem, by Robert Frost, is rewritten by Junior Brooke Short.

It is a blue-butterfly day here in spring,

And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry

There is more unmixed color on the wing

Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:

And now from having ridden out desire

They lie closed over in the wind and cling

Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.