A Time of Butterflies

From the milk weed fields Outside of town I watch small rugs Of reds, browns and blacks Slowly make their way Across the road A thousand legs Simultaneously striking the ground Going somewhere From someplace unknown It’s the march of the caterpillars This is a time of transformation A time of change Soon They will be out of sight Carpets running into the woods Fading into the countryside Someday soon I’ll return To watch the beauty of nature Dance in the milkweed fields Sometime soon I will come to see A time of the butterflies