Really very lovely. I wonder how much of the heat a butterfly feels. To think they fly all day in it is astounding, what a creature they are. They deserve a fine sonnet. thanks.
Thanks so much, Wes! In the desert I often see them with their wings closed to avoid absorbing so much heat, so they seem to have ways of managing it effectively. Marvelous creatures indeed!
Absolutely lovely.
"All dusky are your wings; the frill of white
along the edge makes their hue darker still;
unornamented, mourning hues, they will
at noontime bear the softness of the night."
Thank you so much, Mark--very glad you enjoyed it!
Really very lovely. I wonder how much of the heat a butterfly feels. To think they fly all day in it is astounding, what a creature they are. They deserve a fine sonnet. thanks.
Thanks so much, Wes! In the desert I often see them with their wings closed to avoid absorbing so much heat, so they seem to have ways of managing it effectively. Marvelous creatures indeed!
The iris warrior made me smile
Writing it as a haiku, I couldn't help recalling the Japanese view of the iris as the warrior's flower. ;-)
"...yet quiet through the day both you and they
go on; their yellow full of nectar’s flow,
you sip and brush their blossoms on your way;
your slender life is all you need to know."
Many thanks, Elizabeth! :)