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'out of our past into now' is a line I like, Max. Also despite sadness, signs of fluttery acceptance. Gwenda would be touched, I'm sure, had she not flown tne coop or wherever butteflies naturally reside. Bill On 12/12/2012, at 10:07 AM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Good Year for Monarchs > > - butterflies, that is - > those with crowned heads? - > not sure their year is much good. > > These butterflies, > holding all eyes, > generating smiles - > > nifty flying, lightly > alighting, brightly > lit against verdure - > > but can I be sure > that beyond this park > and nearby river bank > > wide-winged Monarchs flourish > as they so do here today? > Locally, then, their December > > is bright. She could tell me, > my sister, once 'Butterfly queen > of West Auckland', their habits, > > their diet (swan-plant, as I recall), > their prospects, short-term > as individuals, long-term > > as a thriving species - > which survives partly by tasting > nasty to predators. > > But Gwenda succumbed > to the Great Predator > a few butterfly seasons back, > > leaving me guessing > and grieving, and touched > when the Monarchs flutter > > out of our past into now. > Haven't we all heard tell > the Greek word psyche > means both butterfly and soul? >