Something told the monarchs

By AmazingAND

Something told the monarchs,

It was time to go.

Though the fields were not yet covered in frost,

Something whispered “snow.”

All the snowy orchards,

Steamed with amber spice,

But each breeze made it cooler,

At remembered ice.

Something told the monarchs,

It was time to fly.

Summer sun was disappearing,

Winter in their cry