The Mid-morning ride of the butterfly

With pure white wings

dipped in onyx

the elegance of spring

gives way to furious flapping

up and over the skunk cabbage

past the peeling bark

and the branches swollen

with impending life

Paul Revere returns in insect form

to ride the wind once again

to sound out the warning

"The yellow jackets are coming"

"The yellow jackets are coming"