The flutter of frail
Wings amongst an Autumn
Breeze brings subtle
Waves of serenity.
Delicate and intricate
Designs on said wings,
Allows eyes to dance across
And admire such beauty in
Silent awe.
Flitting about the crisp air,
Colors morph and create
Yet another masterpiece
Of Mother Nature's of which
We take for granted.
The monarch, deserving such
A desired and respected name,
Owns the pale blue sky
And makes its way through another year
With an imagined crown on its body,
Ruling silently and beautifully
From atop its visibly evanescent
Throne.
