Garden of Butterflies

Chrysalis stir, wings ache to fly sweet nectar calling them to take to the sky Koi mouths agape, come sit in the shade reflection pool ripples where wishes were made. Butterflies free in the warm summer breeze landing on shoulders of walkers. Don't touch their wings, their most valuable things, like these Japanese fish to their water. Delicate creatures, passionate brood decorating blossoms while they gather their food. Brevity of life, this unexpected delight heightens my senses, a feast for my sight.