Butterflies

They slip in unnoticed just below the burning rays of the sun solstice lighting on the last flowers of summer bare, sweet nectar wafting in the heavy laden air, colors brilliant, glowing, coy orange black monarchs and viceroys, great spangled fritillary yellows and whites, tiger swallowtails in yellow black stripes, California sisters, red admirals, blues, skippers, silent and stealth like they come on windy clippers floating and flittering in mid-August dance, waltzing on the warm light breeze tree branch, eye-catching, dainty lace winged soarers, quick and slow in flight flutterers scorers, enticed by flowered whispers between thorn and nettles painted ladies hovering in place on petals mourning cloakers, dark gray stokers with blended color palettes, rudders navigating windy turns and landings on salads, southern dogfaces heading south in transition migratory lives gathering in submission to climatic phenomena seen on the window pane tempered by the sun, the surf, and rain waving goodbye to the northern lights hello to the southern fields and forests cool nights.