Listening to every heart
Butterflies’ Magic Dance
Nights had grown cooler, days were still warm
when the butterflies came with all their charm
of orange and black, grand Monarchs galore,
right up to the back of our kitchen door.
In the backyard, among the cottonwood tall
came one one-hundreds, then many more, all
wanting to stay a night or two among
the cottonwood’s leaves; the magic begun.
I went outside to gaze in rapturous delight
as the Monarchs danced in the early fall night
before to the cottonwoods they would alight
to rest among their thousands, wings folded upright.
Oh, this amazing show, how it must magic be!
and I could not hold the amazement within me,
so I called and cajoled and everyone came
to witness the magic of the butterflies game.
A clap of the hands, a flutter of winging,
now magic came from the children all singing
as they wanted to watch the butterflies dance
before night overtook this enchanted romance.
28 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow