I read online that the western monarch butterflies are at risk of extinction. The following snippet was posted on Google two days ago: "Its population has dropped by an estimated 99.9 percent over the past 40 years, from ten million in the 1980s to 1,914 in 2021. Experts are concerned that not enough butterflies remain to keep the population alive."
I wrote the following poem in the early 1990s...
There Used To Be Butterflies in New Jersey
I
remember the day the monarchs held court on Cupsaw Beach
And
filled the air with tangerine profusion
As
they soared and danced with natural choreography.
There
used to be butterflies in New Jersey.
They
haven’t left completely,
But
I see fewer every year
And
miss their lilting frivolity, color, and grace.
Today,
I strolled a lane in South Carolina,
And
was gifted with more species than I know,
The
sum greater than I’ve seen in years.
Praise
God, they simply filled my heart with joy
As
they danced with gay abandon among the wildflowers.
They
flitted against the sky with petal-soft wings
As
resplendent in hew as the blooms
They
landed momentarily upon, then sprang
Into
fanciful Fantasia pirouettes.
Maude
Carolan
Books of poetry by Maude Carolan Pych...
www.maudecarolanpych.net
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