It brushed my arm, lightly caressing
as it winged lazily flapping by me,
bright blue amongst the long green
grasses of the overgrown verges.
—
My eyes followed its gentle passage,
none but me to see its fair fluttering,
resting so sensitively on each sweet,
nectar filled flower in the hedgerow.
—-
Camera at the ready as it slowly lay
on the summery petals, sun warmed,
a slight flicker and I had its likeness
as it slipped, flowing with grace away.
—
The picture looked solid and heavy
with grief I looked in vain for the
fragility of that delicate china blue,
beauteous in its velvety softness.
—
I waited quietly and a watched as
other white tipped yellow, red and
gold came, flapping dainty wings
and drank in their lives instead.
