Dance of the Butterfly

Late summer floats along the deep blue sky and in the thick humid air by and by takes to flight, the butterfly. Fragile creatures, colorful yet discrete slipping in on silent insect feet to dance light upon the breezy fleet. A pause, a stop along the tippy tops of flower scented fragrance of their frocks. An easy flow, while on the go down toward the south to Mexico they silent in their gatherings dance a show. Black decorated swallowtails, orange fringed monarchs raising sails as the waltzing shadows pale. It is the final exposé in the dance of butterfly brigade summer dances on parade.