Just three months agoa rusty orange monarch fluttered by me in the late
summer air wearing distinct black tiger stripes that
curved through his wings.
His delicate flight made me smile
as I admired his determination.
When I returned to the same spot after a day's work
I found the same king butterfly motionless. I kept the shell of his
remains to remind me of what he taught me that day.
Now that it has turned colder, rusty orange leaves flutter through
the crisp air with determination to reach the Earth. They catch
the corner of my eye and remind me that like
the Butterfly's metamorphosis, we are all in this Cycle together.
