Planting the Wings of Monarch Butterflies

by Thomas Davis

In Southern Door an aging man, face fixed,
Pulled up beside a country road and walked
Toward a wooden fence where milkweed mixed
With grass and weeds, fall’s fiery colors stalked
Into a forest’s weave of summer green,
The season’s changing edged into the day.

Beside the fence the man bent down, serene,
Intent on picking milkweed pods, a fey
Gleam in his eyes. He got into his car
And drove until he found an empty field,
Stopped, pulled a pod out of a mason jar,
And freed milk fluff into a wind that wheeled
Time through the winter to a glorious spring
That sprung a summer graced with monarch wings.

Note: After reading an editorial by Peter Devlin in the Door County Advocate.

3 Comments

Filed under Poetry, Thomas Davis

3 responses to “Planting the Wings of Monarch Butterflies

  1. A lovely idea, and then well executed. To the future and to new life.

  2. I love this, Thomas! To the man (real or fictitious) I bow. What a loving gesture to the future – to the Monarchs.

  3. Thomas, just stopping by to read this again – still loving it!

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