It was recently suggested to me that I present all the Butterfly poems in one blog. I complied of course. Most of the photographs are taken in Chambers Farm wood or Snakeholme Pit the exception being the Silver Y moth at Southrey wood and the Marbled Whites at Red Hill Nature Reserve. On the return of the Clouded Yellows That special moment of anticipation like the surf that breaks across the sand beauty is flourishing in the woods Clouded Yellows have made it back to land beneath a soft spring sun of promise where newly budded branches wave leafs tenaciously cling to their stems for fear that the north wind wont behave shimmering wings of a passing joy as the scent of Buckthorn fills the air vibrant colours bid you to the dance the cluster landed on a wing and a prayer birds chirp away in a backdrop of song enough to brighten up anyones day the sun serenades in wandering bands until twilight hastens nature away. During World War II a yellow haze was observed drifting across the E...