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.
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