a fluttering stream
- Jean Linville
- Sep 23, 2021
- 1 min read
September 18 - September 22
as the sun sang in a new day
a monarch appeared overhead complimenting
the richness of the blue sky
then another
and another
then five
then fifteen
all day there were waves of butterflies accompanied
by squadrons of widow skimmers flowing overhead
a few landed, pausing on their journey perhaps
to dream of those who would return one day
I find myself near tears thinking still about Sterna Hirundo. At first I was afraid that the monarch,too, had died at the shore. All this death and fear and destruction and anger and retribution in the human world. . . Thank you for sharing the monarch‘s optimism.