Monarch of Autumn
Monarch of Autumn

a sonnet to a butterfly

How gracefully the autumn breeze is yours,

As are the sun and all the lissome flowers

Laughing on the hilltop; autumn pours

Its wealth upon your golden wings in showers,

With it, scale by scale, imbues your flight

In all its riches of late sunshine glowing:

Tawny afternoon in golden light

And sunset soft above the blossoms blowing,

Tumbled underneath your fragile wings.

How gracefully the afternoon lifts ever

Upward underneath you; autumn swings

Below; you rest upon it, no endeavor,

Only arc of flight that pauses, drifts,

So wealthy you among sweet autumn’s gifts.
['A. Christine Myers']
['Mindfulness', 'Nature', 'Butterfly', 'Poetry', 'Sonnet']