Pirouette

Pirouette
by John Trent

She arrives on a whisper,
A warm breath of spring
With stained glass wings,
Of orange and red shades
So elegant, she shimmers,
On golden rays of sun
Upon a clover’s green,
Silently, she lights

She pirouettes on point,
Atop white elfin buds
A fragrant perfume drifts
From the essence of blooms
She drinks its sweet nectar
Then pausing for more
As she awaits the return
Of the warm southerly breeze