I go to where
wild mountain thistle grows
found along side the road
of a honey dew dawn
held in bright blue sky kisses
There
I saw a monarch today
visiting purple thistle blooms
flirting with Black Swallowtails
and Viceroys too
each finding its cue
from nature’s bounty
Feeding without parting
to another flower
taking in honey nectar
to make their long fall migrations
southward to Mexico
Folding it’s wings in silent prayer
then opening them to join
the unceasing choir
of musical glory songs
all in sheer anticipation
of their new found adventures!
Beautiful with a serene feel to it!
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Love those butterflies migrating to Mexico….good observation, Joannie, nice poem. :)x
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Hello Brian! Thank you for your visit and comments as it is always great to hear from you too!
Hope all is well with you and your family! Again thank you! Glad you enjoyed it —
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smiles. a lovely observation of nature…and i feel its freedom a bit in your verse…so peaceful
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