Butterfly Dance
The sun shines bright,
brilliant glowing white
and the last flowers of the day,
catch the last of summer rays.
Morning glories wake
white, purple, pink along the gate
and the climbing roses wither and rebloom
as the bees and butterflies hover and loom.
The end of August is on parade
come the varied monarchs in ballroom masquerade;
a black swallowtail, inked and transfigured
and Milbert's tortoiseshell beautiful and bigger,
the red admiral and the Queen Alexandra Birdwing,
the Julia and Morning Cloak amidst the birds that sing,
the Peacock and southern dogface
float in and out the garden graced,
another beauty Ulysses and Adonis Blue
a silouetted dance with the Duke of Burgundy for you
and Montezuma's Cattleheart
to entice the beating of your heart;
nature's waltz and discotheque
in beauty revealed and well dressed.
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