Approaching Conclusion

A surprising number of butterflies
Hang around cottonwoods in November
In the canyons of the southwest desert.

They tend to stay up high and hard to see
From a level-eyed, ground-based perspective,
Certainly tricky to identify,

But you can spot them if you crane your neck.
The old leaves may be emptied of song birds
And the air threatening overnight freeze,

And yet there’s a dark species, and a white,
And a mostly ochre one with big wings
That vanishes when it sits on a twig.

Here’s the moment to draw some conclusion.
Attend well as more meanings spin through you.