17 August – Butterfly hypnosis

Mesmerised, in a Monday morning trance
at the whizzing, spinning butterflies’ dance.
Courting conducted at a dizzying speed,
gyroscoping with fluttering ease,
tumbling, rolling over and over,
high above, now down near the clover,
a two spoked Catherine wheel sparkling bright,
flickering, shimmering gymnasts of light.
I must walk on and begin my day
but I take to heart their sense of play.