SummaryEach year I await your long journeyed flight. And magically you appear before my sight. Strong, yet fragile you've come to stay where the warmth will draw you towards my way. You've left Mexico and far you've flown. Oh if I could fly, you'd not be alone. But to share that flight I would tire. And all of your beauty I would desire. Oh how lucky the flowers are in spring to caress your form and your wing. King of all the butterflies you are a wonder for both my eyes. Poem by Edwina Reizer