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: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page