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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."

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Thank you so much, Mark--very glad you enjoyed it!

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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.

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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!

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The iris warrior made me smile

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Writing it as a haiku, I couldn't help recalling the Japanese view of the iris as the warrior's flower. ;-)

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"...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."

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Many thanks, Elizabeth! :)

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