Poetry Train #93
Butterfly…
Wrapped inside a warm embrace,
I slumber,
Unaware without dreams.
Then a spark burns through me,
I awake,
Stretching inch by inch.
Emerging and unfurling,
I breathe,
Absorbing sunlight.
With my wings dry,
I fly,
Far more beautiful than I once was.
—T.A. Chase c.2009
3 Responses “Poetry Train #93”
Sweet and lovely. Thanks.
Jambrea, you are so right. And I’m so ready for spring.
How pretty and it makes me thing of spring! 🙂