May-Queens

    Boughs on my almond tree,
    sleeved in white,
    stretch gracefully across the lawn.
    Butterflies, in green and gold,
    dance on delicate leaves
    like tiny May-queens,
    moving with such
    simple grace, I can
    believe that they must
    have come from fairy land
    on the morning breeze
    that’s perfumed
    by memories of you.