The Flight Of Fall
Every fall they come and grace the southern sky.
Butterflies in all their glory, they so delicately fly.
With Colors so brilliant, colors so true ; shades of harmony for me and you..
Oh but to see this miracle; to but taste the nectar of this dream.
To feel the wonderment in all life which drifts upon soft wings.
I love, I grieve, I linger on the changing world of extremes.
J. Allen Wilson © 9/17/2010