A Reverie

 

A butterfly flutters in orchestral flight

a symphony of delicate charm only to delight

Capricious of uncertain design it meanders

as we transfixed do similarly wander

Rich in colours, dragon red and charcoal black

with an elegance which we so often lack

It serves no master and obeys no creed

as it dips, climbs, hesitates with little speed

We become absorbed in its lack of haste

as it settles on blossoms and leaves to taste

Majestic in flight with no cortege

it traverses my garden with freedom to engage

A summer creature born of ugliness

to become a manifestation of such loveliness