Dear Curiosity Journal,
Sitting on the cement foundation surrounding the garden,
The autumn chill in the stone seeps through my layers.
An expiring milkweed pod has drawn me in,
Gossamer seeds, fledging feathers for flight.
Appearing weightless, fairy-like, ethereal
The monarchs have come and flown.
A purposeful life has been lived,
And begotten more life.
We say our bittersweet goodbyes for the season.