Yesterday I heard butterflies laugh,
as they spiraled in the sun,
wafted by breeze or mood.
Wings russet and iridescent green, blue
flashed in a tangle of colour.
A duet of flight and merriment
to the music of rasping grass stems
and seed castanets, rattling in dry pods.
Cricket bowed his leg fiddle,
a wedding anthem, song of the wild.

 
 
David Garlick, Chalula, Mexico, December 1997