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For The Monarch Butterfly

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  • mahiruha_27
    For The Monarch Butterfly The monarchs, richly dressed In robes of saffron and vermillion, Sprigs of tender honeysuckle Twined around their heads March into
    Message 1 of 2 , Dec 19, 2013
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      For The Monarch Butterfly

       

      The monarchs, richly dressed

      In robes of saffron and vermillion,

      Sprigs of tender honeysuckle

      Twined around their heads

      March into the granite valley.

      Yes, they march into the valley

      Of mystery and memory and myth.

      Treasures they have laid by-

      Bright autumnal sunlight

      From the Midwest plains,

      Brilliant crocuses

      From the Mexican coasts,

      Mandolins of Arkansas

      That take all the

      Guesswork

      Out of prayer.

      You belong now to the Eye of God,

      And as all monarchs

      You had your say

      Your power

      And your brief play

      And now the scepter passes

      To the wildflowers, the first cold stars

      And the evening dust.

      Immortality is for beginners,

      But butterflies are for

      The children of the

      Endless prairie.

      I will press my head

      To the earth

      To see the spinning old sun
      Refracted

      Not through your sailboat wings

      But through seeds and leaves

      And the roots of ancient things.

       

      --Mahiruha

      19 December 2013

    • sharani_sharani
      Hi Mahiruha, thanks for sharing this beautiful poem with us here! -Sharani
      Message 2 of 2 , Dec 22, 2013
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        Hi Mahiruha,
        thanks for sharing this beautiful poem with us here!

        -Sharani
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