September has returned, along with migrating monarch butterflies stopping in BG. This is a poem I wrote for creative writing club. The prompt was to describe a place without naming it, so I course wrote about the monarch tree.
orange wings
float in on
the cooler winds
of September -
alighting on
green leaves
in clusters of
blinking tiger lilies -
that flutter
when a breeze
shakes the limbs of
their temporary home
during their long journey south -
these royal butterflies
grace us with their presence -
a fleeting reminder of
warmth and
hope
