The swarm of Painted Ladies
showered me unexpectedly.
Carrying with them, in their spiritual lightness and artful wings,
the flutter of renewal, restoration and redemption.
Some have said their early migration is global-warming-induced.
It’s a thought that lends a sadness to this unexpected christening
I received upon their arrival.
Though, for me,
a girl with campaigns launched left and right these days toward
wellness and soul tending,
a girl awfully in love with finding angels and symbols
in every nook and under every rock,
too early couldn’t’ve been more
right on time.