It’s hard to believe that today is the last day of NaPoWriMo. The final prompt is to write about something that returns every year. I chose the migration of monarch butterflies, who fly thousands of miles to reach Mexico in the winter and come back North during the spring. Thank you for reading! I’ll be back again for next year’s NaPoWriMo challenge.
In winter, I look skyward, feeling the
absence of the butterflies who would
stop to rest on my rose bushes and
paint the world with color.
When the monarchs leave for Mexico
each year, I go into a kind of hibernation,
brushing the snow from the evergreen trees
and curling deeper into my own silence.
As the snow melts and the flowers bloom,
I stand in the garden and wait for the whir
of wings to fill the air. Monarch butterflies
come back dusted with gold, and the sight
of them loosens the song in my heart.
©Jamie Brian and windchimesandrubble.wordpress.com