I capture the last few images before
your migration farther, ever farther south.
You have rested here; our Texas hospitality
served for a time, the blue plumbago
and sunny yellow lantana a perfect
blossoming backdrop for your wild
and graceful wings. I’ve held out my hand,
and you’ve landed but found nothing
as interesting as the roses and lilac petals,
so off you fluttered to finer displays.
I settle here each morning and afternoon,
wait for you to suspend just near enough
for a photo, and these last few days,
I’ve begun to say goodbye, knowing
that with the equinox you will be heading
to new gardens, new blooms, chasing
the far rising of southern sunshine,
but I’ll see you again, in the awakening
spring that will come after the
slumber-time of winter.
—C.L. Fisher, September, 2020
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