On butterfly day
the colored sky rivers dance together
yellow and red and blue
in opalescent merging.
And we all gathered to watch
there on the cloud bank
of the colored sky rivers
the Johnstons & the Henrys
& the people from across the way.
And talked of the rain
and planting,
while the children gave little gasps of joy
there on the cloud bank
of the colored sky rivers.
Some cider was passed
‘n the talk slowed somewhat.
The green sky river which was late, every year, came
and joined the others,
its air/light body glistening,
like it always does
on butterfly day
while the children gave little gasps of joy
there on the cloud bank
of the colored sky rivers
&
someone started a hymn
that we all knew
& we all joined inone by one
as the sun
went down and evening came on
like it always does
on butterfly day
while the children gave little gasps of joy
there on the cloud bank
of the colored
sky rivers