• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 07

A Monarch

Birds that roam.

Breathe. The green
Carpet of grass.

Breathe. The gentle grazing sheep.

Breathe. How far we've come.
Safe and sound.

This is the time of year when
the world is a nest for us all.

This morning we hugged
During the thunderstorm.

Deep breath. A Monarch
On my shawl.

There might be a rainbow

I told you so.