Metamorphosis of a chrysalis I say, SARS ails Cary's Carl Hiss! Sir Hals as a chary liar Shy lacy sac is rash as a sail-ray 'Hairy arch-sis!' says racy Chrissy, char Hail! Clary lays scary rail crash Larch lair is Lisa's ash chair I lash, I cry; sly hissy I. © Kathy Labrum McVittie 3 March 2022
Lisa, who may or may not have an ash chair, shared photos and notions about the appeal of the chrysalis.
I took this as an anagrammatic dVerse poetry challenge, golden and growing glorious.