This year
the butterflies flitter
endlessly
black
yellow
pink
orange
brown
in such abundance
that I find myself
standing absolutely still,
shocked by their
shimmering beauty.
As soon as the sunbeams
glisten on the pasture
they appear,
rising
and
falling
all day
seemingly regardless
of the wind
of the rain
of me
landing on a patch
of purple or red
uncurling their long tongues
moving on
always
moving on
as if some whimsical painter
flicked a multi-hued
magical brush
and the colors
are laughing their way
through my day.
