Butterfly Lost

The butterflies have gone on their migratory jaunts flying south to warmer more conducive haunts and as the flower blooms begin to lessen few remain in their singular essence and some hold on and linger a little longer here keeping a butterfly or two in danger endeared; they are lost from the cluster of blended sails of yellow, orange and black swallowtails. Soon the cold will drop down dreary icy gray and the lost will find too late they've stayed. Autumn slides in fast on sparrows wings chilling the once flowered summer scenes; the butterfly that clung to feathered milkweed seed will regret the hesitation of its inner need as chilling winds and rain storm flows hold it hostage within its throws. The lost butterfly is easily detained frozen in place by icy rain.