Fluttering through shadow and light
Caught up by the softest breeze.
Landing on flowers and holding tight,
Gathering the goodness of pollen
And sipping on droplets of water
Nestled deep in petals in the shade.
Closing and opening brightly colors wings
A swallowtail of black and gold
Flitting and pulsing faster and faster
Until letting go and floating away
Upon a new breeze to flowers unknown.
April 11, 2022 – DRM