I love butterflies. I have written plenty of poems about butterflies and in all likelihood, I’ll write many more… so here’s yet another one.
I can’t help but follow your flight I can’t help but follow your flight. Peacock, Admiral, Cabbage White, Common Blue, Painted Lady, Comma, Comma, maybe… Your fickle flitter tickles my flutter. I gasp at your wingspan of possibility, your flightpath, a toddler on sugar rush, distracted, determined, alert, at the ready for the brightest, the subtlest , the hidden, the obvious. Not even the flowers know your schedule. Knowing doesn’t serve the warm summer air. You show me the joy of a very long journey. I can’t help but follow your flight.