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Monarch of Autumn

a sonnet to a butterfly

Photo by Clark Van Der Beken on Unsplash

How gracefully the autumn breeze is yours,
As are the sun and all the lissome flowers
Laughing on the hilltop; autumn pours
Its wealth upon your golden wings in showers,
With it, scale by scale, imbues your flight
In all its riches of late sunshine glowing:
Tawny afternoon in golden light
And sunset soft above the blossoms blowing,
Tumbled underneath your fragile wings.
How gracefully the…




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A. Christine Myers

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