In October

By John I. Blair

In October when
Autumn sunshine softens
And days grow short

The monarchs drift past
Following their age-old path
To Mexico and winter

Pausing randomly
At flowers here in my garden
And flutter almost aimlessly

As if no urgency exists
To what they’re at
Or primal need to live

Until the spring
And make their genes
Survive another year

Just so this pattern
Can repeat
Again, again, again.

©2014 John I. Blair