Morning by morning
 
I wait for your appearing,
 
yellow butterfly.

 
 

Finishing the month,
 
I reach for pen and paper—
 
butterfly haiku!

 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
no one on the train will mind
 
if you hitch a ride.

 
 

How can you not know
 
where the sweetest blossoms are,
 
yellow butterfly?

 
 

Father’s Day coffee
 
while remembering his quirks—
 
restless butterfly

 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
your ragged and tattered wings
 
won’t carry you far.

 
 
 

Chilly autumn days—
 
every yellow butterfly
 
has fled my garden.

 
 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
tell me how to tell the tale
 
that will never end.

 
 
 

Deepening summer—
 
not one monarch butterfly
 
visits my garden!

 
 
 

Yellow butterfly,
 
that hungry, leering blue jay
 
has its eyes on you.