a butterfly landed upon my sleeve
a mesmerizing flurry of fluttering..
a thing of intense beauty.
the patterns of her movements.. seemingly random.. but alas.. purpose!
circling closer and closer..
and slowing apprehensively.. to alight upon the breeze
rather than beat her wings so furiously.
finally, but a brief respite..
and then in frenzied grace
off again.. in a blur of rapturous color.