Colorful Caller

Brightly lit with morning sun,
a cluster of tiny purple flowers
sways in gentle rhythm
with the breeze only
to be bent
ever-so-slightly
by a black and iridescent blue swallowtail.
 
Rice paper wings flutter
and the visitor is gone --
a fleeting moment etched into life’s eternal memory.

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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.