Blind from birth to evil, my sight was restored by the bright angel in front of me.
Now, you see, my eyes are no good,
but my soul was furiously replenished in a flittery-fluttery way.
Saved by the belle — Angel Orange!
Alignments pave the way in a colorful array at the lunch line.
We had our first overnight frost last week, and I swear,
the butterfly feeding frenzy was a premonition on their part.
When one knows The End is near, why be bashful or unsociable?
Tattered and torn, but untroubled, was this elder Monarch nearby.
For the love of Marigolds and warm Autumn afternoons, a Painted Lady lays out.
This dainty lady with a gray hairstreak was fearless before the first frost.
Hearty Marigolds play host to the fanciest creatures on earth.
A butterfly menagerie is a feast for eyes to see.
The last to come was the first to go, before the freeze set sail.
“Stay warm, be cool, and feel free, folks!”