I planted a butterfly bush and milkweed in the hope of helping the endangered monarch butterflies. I've seen three monarchs so far this summer and hope for more, perhaps a bright bunch of sky dancers like the ones pictured here...
SKY DANCERS
There's something
happy about butterflies.
They flit-flitter as
they flutter by,
flying flowers
against the azure sky.
They alight upon the
milkweed, and then
they circle, soar and
alight again,
toe-dancing on pink
petals in the glen.
Ever dwelling in hue
and sweet fragrance,
in garden splendor
they flicker as they dance.
Pollination is purely
happenstance.
I delight in their
overflow of joy.
(They wouldn't even
know how to be coy.)
A flame of mirth! A
whirligig! A toy!
Do they recall they
once were grubby worms,
remember well their
dark and squiggly squirms?
Reborn, now grace and
beauty each affirms!
This almost seems to
be sheer fantasy,
sky dancers as
enchanting as can be,
springing from
blossoms right in front of me!
So, merrily
a-nectaring they go,
reaping and sowing
sweetness in day-glow…
Seems they have
learned what all of us should know.
In contemplation of
their simple ways,
I wish to add their
ballet to my days,
to sky dance
gracefully on wings of praise!
Maude Carolan Pych
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