It’s Butterfly O’Clock

Butterfly O’Clock by Maureen Seaberg.

By Maureen Seaberg

In late September 2018, a lone monarch butterfly sailed past the picture window beside the desk at my home office.

I felt an overwhelming wave of sadness as it drifted down the corridor between my house and my next-door neighbor’s in New York City — alongside lilacs no longer in bloom and out to the street in front.