It’s said that you like orange juice.Perhaps you knowthat I squeeze several oranges each day.Perhaps that’s why you hovernear my door.You’re noisy like the blue jay,and not as pretty,but I like you anyway.Red is my favorite colorin case you didn’t know,and you get double points,because your eyes are red.So you […]
Nestled in the picturesque landscapes of Maine, the town of Bethel comes alive each year with a unique celebration dedicated to one of nature’s most iconic butterflies: the Monarch.
The world, as it once was, had fallen silent, with nature reclaiming the ruins of mankind’s ambition. Streets, once filled with the constant hum of traffic and the chatter of people, were now graveyards of rusted vehicles and overgrown with weeds.
They dance through day and into night,
A joint by Dorothy Frances Gurney, 1914.
1. Veil of orange, gold, Journeying under the sun, Monarch’s flight unfolds. 2. Milkweed’s sweet embrace, Caterpillar’s feast begins, Life’s thread interlaced. 3. Chrysalis whispers, In stillness, transformation, New life delivers. 4. Wings touch sky and bloom, Monarchs, nature’s poetry, Dance in summer’s room.
A poem about the Monarch Butterfly.
A poem of Monarch Butterflies, told in a Brutalist style