Monarch

by Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer



Sweeter yellows than the sun's rays that day Netted my heart, As I found you torn and bedded to the ground. Forced to trust, I guided you to my hand A closer vision of that transition from beast to Beauty I held now with a frown. My children wished your wings would grow And swell as I placed you in the flats of marigolds, A grave itself with ending summer, an overture to brown I knew it was near, the dust of you undone To the brightest Orange I left you under shade and mourning A King of skies, a King of transient ends'

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