Spun of magic
and of grace, this moment
crackles with its newness,
like fresh crepe paper from the wrapper
embraced by eager palm.
The emerging monarch climbs free of its cocoon, spreads
its damp-heavy
wings to the shifting breeze and lifts
from from my finger.
Milkweed feasts come first, while
South America awaits.
Copyright (c) 2009 by Kay Stoner
All Rights Reserved
24 May 2009
Winged Destiny
Labels:
butterfly,
free verse,
milkweed,
Monarch,
Monarch butterfly,
nature poetry,
poem,
poetry,
verse,
writing