Today I watched butterflies
from a lacquered brown bench
in the shade of an elegant
Morning Glory tree.
Soft green leaves fluttered,
anticipating the desert morning\'s delight.
In a sun speckled dance,
they swayed to the notes
of a silent symphony
meant only for the trees to entertain.
Purple sage blossoms reached out to the
darting tongues of
grateful hummingbirds.
Invisible wings vibrated the air,
graceful ballerinas pirouetting to
the music of the morning.
From the branches of a twisted, ancient mesquite
a silhouetted Robin,
dark and motionless in the shadows,
raised his voice,
a grand announcement
of their arrival.
And they appeared.
Polished golden nuggets
suspended in the air.
Brilliant yellow delicacies
floating gracefully
on fickle shafts of air that
drove them higher,
then caught them gently as they fell
in momentary emptiness.
Yellow butterflies. Everywhere,
filling the blue sky
with the exquisite joy of play.