As if the fragrant blossoms weren’t enough,
a yellow swallowtail came to sip the lilac’s nectar.
She was the first I had seen this year, regal
and lovely as she fluttered from flower to flower
on her delicate wings. Once more, I found myself
catching my breath in astonished wonder
that such a thing could be, right before my eyes,
in this heady, perfumed May air.