Secret labyrinths of enchanted flight,
Shrouded in growing pupa’s appetite.
Where old fairy tales become chrysalis,
Where golden winged Monarchs rise.
Where under May munching milkweed,
Flightless nymphs in silk thread breed,
Unfolding their wings to nectar’s prize.
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Monarchs have always been a favorite of mine!
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Mine too! Have a great day 🦋🙏
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Thanks, Suzette! I hope you had a good Tuesday.
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A lovely poem Suzette.
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Suzette, your poetic touch captures the beauty of one of God’s enchanted creatures. Awesome poem!
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Thank you for your generous words. Glad you enjoyed it. May your walks be filled with God’s grace on every side. Peace to you.
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Beautiful and so full of imagery. I could just picture them in my mind.
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So glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for visiting and your lovely comment. Pleasant day to you. Stay safe. Peace 🦋💖
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“Where under May munching milkweed”! I love this line. Beautiful mystical imagery, and butterfly history. Enchanting Suzette. 🦋❤️
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Glad you enjoyed the monarchs’ story. Thank your for you wonderful petals of support. Blessings 🦋🌺
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