Mariposa Monarca Speaks
by Candace Armstrong

An early frost concealed the corridor,
so thought I'd only stop awhile today
because I have so far to go before
I join the migratory flyaway.

Can you see my two sets of wings?
They make me regal even in my rest,
and my appearance is a sign of spring.
A search for milkweed cradles is my quest.

I flutter on my slow and sailing flight
to flaunt my pumpkin-colored glow atop
black-bordered strands of pearl-like spots so white
enhanced by dance in delicate dew drop.

In winter mountains I'm not comatose,
in Mexico I cluster! Adios!

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