Pale Moon Sighed

“Migration”  Painting by Eddie Schrieffer

Pale moon sighed when Monarchs came 
fluttering in on a weightless breeze 
with delicate wings tattered and torn 
from their arduous journey.

And though their lifespan short 
these winged ones came to offer hope
A continuum of life and certain death 
washed in shades of autumn’s blush 
of crimson, gamboge, and russet.

As their wings unfurled, scattered memories 
entrenched in their fragile gossamer
Ancient paths of migration emerged
carrying on their sacred lineage.

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #128

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at:
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

13 Comments on “Pale Moon Sighed

  1. “their ancient lineage” and “bringing hope” …. such lovely thoughts. I love your interpretation!


  2. My mother comes to visit in the form of a yellow butterfly, always yellow. And as a result, this line in your poem stood out for me … ‘as their wings unfurled, scattered memories.’ Thank you.

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