Ode to monarchs

The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall,
At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze ,
Then to hug the ground and lay, blanket for the roots ;
Stay  awhile oh sunshine,oh stay to warm our hearts,
The Monarchs have had their vote
All to soar with the wind and blow south they must,
Warmth of  old times ,  just a memory in our hearts ...
To us all left in these cold times,we dream of the warm sun,
   Team up  and fly they must,
   Just as all monarchs new and old ,
   Flock to their shores , they must,
   Force of their selves remain,unto their own they be true
  Care for their selves, just so, unto them their prime goal
  Come spring , hope awakens ,past the freeze to our souls,
  Hopeful we search , for the greening of branches,
  Hope for the sun , that stood the test of time,we all hope again...
(poem by pc 3 - 10/06/19)