into the wind
I think I saw
its colors fade -
dusted pigment
dancing aloft
on the gale.
A gradual disappearance
at the march step.
Slowly,
does it know,
slowly,
that its life
quickly comes to
its end -
this fanciful gift
of the summer cocoon.
So much force
to bring this
slender life to
live its lengthy season
shortly on this place.
And, as it pushes
into; ever into
the breezes and the
zephyrs it is slowly
simply slowly
coming quickly
to its end.
Farewell dear
Monarch, fare thee
well.
image from: http://www.monarch-butterfly.com/
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