The Butterfly
Oh let the humid air lift your wings
sweet butterfly
into the summer sunshine!
The spreading birches hidden in the valley conceal wonders
of poetry and industry / the white blank pages full of silence
scale the slopes with trembling
fingertips / a hushed knowing
of you alone.
Through the hold the light breaks the thought and the rules of language
flitter away
upon the summer scents /
the secrets of the way
revealing a blaze of sudden flowers
at play upon my tongue.