Butterfly, Butterfly

Photo by OlinEJ on pixabay

Before me you flutter by.

Again and again I see you.

In a blur of painted wings

and spring energy you rise.

It is as if by magic you have

multiplied, become millions

hovering over the land that has

become sun once again.

Weeks upon weeks of rain

have nourished broken ground,

brought forth wild blooms.

Deserted land has risen in

bouquets of petals and wings.

I turn and turn in fields of

flowers as I walk down the

street in a dream of butterflies.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott