you summer

in the field above my home

enjoying the meadow’s flowers and

buckwheat nectar

my early morning stroll

disturbs your slumber

you flutter out of the trees onto the field as I walk by

dancing by my head in groups of 20 or more

just out of reach

rising on the breath of the hot wind

glancing back

you fill the moment by the hundreds

golden against the blue

this magical moment

brings simple joy as

your wings flitter

in the summer heat

till you hear the call on the breeze

that carries you on the horizon of time

to far away winter lands

only to return next summer

to dance in my meadow once more