Midsummer Dance



Lying in the tangled web 

Of the pains of life’s dark threads

The memory  of two butterflies

Rises  dancing in my head.


Yellow like the yarrow

Against the darkness of the trees

Sparkling in the sunlight from the vantage point

Of shade


I call out,

“See my darling! Look! “

And dancing for a moment with them

She is captured by their grace.