Begun Like Keats... I'M In Orange County Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

My head aches, for having nothing to do
As I sit on an easy chair in my courtyard
With a blue pool at its centre:

Suddenly sails in a yellow butterfly,
Twirling its wings this way and that,
She moves fast to two corners
And swiftly flies out above the walls
But not before another butterfly
White in colour has invaded our space
Meanwhile a greenish one intrudes
Through the leaves and even sits on the tree
Butterflies can see speedily
To avoid a collision or a dash,
Despite all the obstacles
On their not so straight way.

Ah! here now is a spotted butterfly
Floating along, and not trembling away
Followed by a darking dragonfly
Fluttering its transparent wings
Not the reddish ones crowding above
Special treetops in the month of September.

A holiday where we enjoy life and its silences
Greenery, rolling terrain filled with coffee plants
Where we saw two golden orioles
And heard two racquet-tailed drongos
Singing as loudly as you can imagine.
Life is a celebration on days like this!