On a dull day,
a thought, static, dead,
pinned like a butterfly in a frame,
escaped a forensic fate
to flutter on the wings of words
around my head.
Small Tortoiseshell, Fritillary
Cabbage White and Wall,
Adonis Blue and Orange-Tip
and Red Admiral;
descriptive names of beauty flying summer skies
painted in the sunlight like a Peacock’s eyes.
A thought that yet
when bright colours all have fled
from such dull days, overcast and wet;
in the rain the Ringlet flies
amid the ferns and in the weeds,
where he with charming understatement
settles on a frond,
and, with composure, feeds.