By Cynthia Walker Burton

Effortlessly floating via winds on high,

Have you seen a monarch flying by?

Graceful, colorful, punctuating the sky,

A delicate monarch is flying by.

Amidst autumn flowers and leaves gone dry,

You’ll see a monarch flying by.

Toward southern climes (they know not why),

You’ll see a monarch flying by.

When evening’s shadow is drawing nigh,

‘Neath  the clouds a monarch is flying by.

We know not where they sleep or lie,

After seeing a monarch flying by.

Gossamer wings seem to touch the sky,

When you see a monarch flying by.

Orange and ebany beauty one cannot deny,

Upon seeing a monarch flying by.

With patience and a watchful eye,

You, too, may spy a monarch flying by.

As winter’s breath nears, and as the geese fly,

Soon, no monarchs will be flying by.

But if you feel a caress, as soft as a sigh,

Perhaps a monarch has kissed you goodbye.