Sue Vincent reminded me today of the words of the immortal Tove Jansson “If the first butterfly you see is yellow, the summer will be a happy one.”
The first butterfly of this year was a Brimstone.
For the dverse quadrille.
citron on green
spring sprinkles golden grass seeds,
nectar-sipping from precocious blooms.
After winter torpor
wishing for change turns to fear
that the scales have tipped,
the year dripping like spilt honey,
on rapid wings
elusive as a citron yellow