Monarch Butterflies: A Gentle Sign That Spring Has Arrived
A flicker of flame on a warming breeze,
Soft as a secret through budding trees
The monarch butterfly returns again,
A quiet promise: spring will mend.
Petals open where it lands
Carrying sunlight on painted wings.
As if the sky sent down a note
Written in orange, black, and hope.
It travels miles we cannot see,
Guided by something wild and free—
A memory stitched in fragile flight,
A compass made of golden light.
And for a moment, time stands still,
In gentle awe, the air grows filled—
With something more than what we know:
A fleeting grace… a sacred glow.
-Anonymous