- Monarch Butterflies
It was a day in November,the day I reached my Mother’s home in Texas, the Monarch Butterflies were covering my Mother’s tree in her front yard. The butterflies were on their migration to winter in Mexico. There were only a few blooms that had not faded. The butterflies were drinking from the blooms, the flight is a hard one. I do not see Monarch Butterflies often in New Mexico, only a few times, and even then I questioned myself, I do not know if Monarch Butterflies even come to New Mexico.
Still Life
No one knows
When the sands will end
The final grain will crash to the floor
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Ah, I am speaking of time
The length of a life
The whole day through
The moment it will end
Still Life
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
I look out over the meadow
The reddish brown horses
The leafless trees
The blue mountains
I see forever
I see through the eyes of a child
As nothing is forever
It is time to put away this childish view
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
For a moment I think
It isn’t fair
Again a childish thought
For who could be more fair than death
It comes to everyone
No one is overlooked
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
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