Olbrich Diaries
Blooming Butterflies

"The city is silent,

Sound drains away,

Buildings vanish in the light of dawn"

 – Tu Fu, "Dawn Over the Mountains"

At herb garden

the bee balm is fuzzy by bees.

Frog Pond lookout

flooded by emerald duckweed.

We walk over Starkweather Creek Bridge

and see the underwater grass

below flow like Queen's hair.

Gold Thai Pavilion is a flower of its own,

a thousand compass plants mosaic.

Rock water pool a sunday afternoon, 

peace of a good book,

the silent dangle of a Monarch butterfly

as if by a string so precise it nips 

at the surface of the water 

a child to sugar.