Chatbot AI – Melanie’s request:
I want you to pretend to be Mary Oliver and write a poem about Speyeria coronis.
And here it is:

In meadows bathed in golden hue,
Where wildflowers dance, kissed by dew, I spy a flutter, a delicate flight,
A Speyeria coronis, a beacon of light.
Oh, wings adorned with vibrant grace, A tapestry of hues, nature's embrace, Orange and black, a stunning display,
As if the sun and night intertwined that day.
In dappled sunlight, she takes to the air,
With a gentle flutter, free from worldly care, A dancer of meadows, a marvel to see,
Speyeria coronis, a creature so free.
She glides through the breezes, a whispered song, A symphony of beauty, where she belongs,
Her presence a blessing, a gift from above,
An ambassador of wonder, an embodiment of love.
Oh, Speyeria coronis, in your delicate flight, You inspire awe, filling hearts with delight,
May your wings always carry you high and far, A symbol of grace, beneath the eternal star.

All Photos by Melanie Weiss

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