The Last Monarch
The Beauty And Comfort In Change
Under a canopy of stars
The moonlight sings his serenade
The breezes blow a melody of autumn bliss
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The rhythm dances on the leaves
Adrift - it flows from tree to tree
Until it lands a gentle kiss upon my lips
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Creating a moment saved in time
A memory I’ll return to - down the line
When my heart needs to escape and reminisce
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A safe place where I feel alive
The solace makes everything alright
Where every hurt released - ceases to exist
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Like the last monarch taking flight
On these cool November nights
Metamorphosis bringing changes to assist
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The transformations necessary
To modify ourselves successfully
For new opportunities - we simply can’t resist
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (5)
Beautiful piece and a lovely reminder that change can be a good thing.
Loving it! Love metamorphosis too!!!
Really nice. A perfect fluttering poem for the Fall.
Beautifully written! I loved the descriptions in this.
I feel cradled and wispy. Wispy? Not weepy - just can't think of the word I'm looking for. 🤔🌺