milkweed

When Being Empty Is Being Whole

the light and fluff
dispersed
a meadow star remains

the flight
well worth
ablation and impact

where to stay?
when all the world
is home

milkweed’s moment
in the sun
glittering cold

old man winter
passes through
leaving his frozen breath behind

the snow
before the snow
beginnings in endings

from order
evolves the chaos
of creation

seeds ready for flight
intentions set on next season’s
home for monarchs

unassuming bloom
calling
monarchs home

hope
is faith’s comrade
keeping us afloat

milkweed pods
and raspberry canes
lovers entwined

each and every seed
listens and waits
for the wind to call its name
inviting its flight on silken wings

like shooting stars
milkweed travels
on wishes and hope

seeds take
feathered flight
for monarchs’ sake.

Mother to monarchs
nurturer and protector
shepherd of beauty.