Monarch Grove

they soar like tiny winged cathedrals

their windows open to heaven

an infinity of butterflies weave themselves

through the Eucalyptus trees

filling them with a quickening light 

the smell around us in mint, honey, and pine

the clouds are so far above

we live only in sunshine

a kiss under a Monarch cluster 

a butterfly kiss,

the world contains everything 

in this moment and more

we are royalty

counting our sudden wealth, branch by golden branch