Black Swallowtail
In a shady stretch of road late this morning, a Black Swallowtail butterfly fluttered and floated around me long enough to see its delicate “swallow tails.” Its markings of yellow, blue, orange and red against the black wings were too much in motion for me to see the patterns in detail, but it looked fresh and very pretty. Like a miniature stained-glass window in soft, shimmering flight.
So far this summer, we’ve seen very few butterflies at all, so this one seemed all the more beautiful, and I felt grateful that it lingered long enough for me to enjoy it for a few moments before it floated up further and away.