Photograph by Mary Banks

Two Poems, by Rose Menyon Heflin

Gardening Chaos

Wings
of a
butterfly
create chaos
with every flutter,
toppling old empires
and moving heaven and earth.
We cannot foresee the results
of the Monarch’s long-haul migration,
so we scatter milkweed and wish them well,
but fewer and fewer return each year,
leaving us worried for our flowers,
and for foreign weather patterns,
for the change – both good and bad –
that was supposed to be,
as each spring we just
plant our gardens
while hoping
for the
best.

Ephemeral

Spring peepers
serenade
an endless
cacophony,
as fellow amphibians
slither
along the old highway,
pond to pond,
searching desperately
for spring’s
mate,
braving rainfall
and automobiles
in the name
of evolution.