I walk along a still snowy
wooded path covered in
day-bright warming sunshine.
Then -
glimpse an erratic flight.
I see something again.
Unmistakable rich browns
of a Mourning Cloak.
It lands with angular wings
oriented to the sun,
blues and purples scattered
within cream-white fringes.
Then off again
Fleeting and gliding to
find dripping tree-sap
and perchance, a bark crevice
under which to outlast
the remaining winter.
-Clem
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