The day was hot and the sun was high,
When I saw at last a butterfly –
My first this year, and it made me glad,
With its mud-clad wings and small white patch,
For first I saw its flickering shadow,
And then I gazed above,
And saw that butterfly’s beating wings,
With which I fell in love.
Though ugly of itself, with those dull brown wings,
That it was the first butterfly made my spirit sing.
Today was the first day of hot weather in London, so I went for a walk in Regent’s Park. While I was on the phone I saw, as this poem makes obvious, a butterfly – the first time I’ve seen one this year, which was very nice. It wasn’t the most exciting butterfly, but even so. I like butterflies.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic