The Butterfly
Green Meadows
Wind blows
Leaves scatter
Flowers glitter
Tiny caterpillar
In survival
Found only
In solitary
Now tarry
To sanctuary
It’s heading
And dwindling
Into cocoon
‘Til June
No space
No face
Hiding until
It’ll unseal
It’s time
To climb
Up where
There’s air
A change
In range
Of motion
And intention
To fly
Soar high
The butterfly
Its dye
It’s beautiful
And colorful
originally written: March 12, 2016
Cielo Superticioso, is the author of The Cancer Voice Asia created last August 2017. Cielo focuses on the remarkable benefits of sharing her story and uses her own journey as a means to help you with yours.
Great flow from caterpillar to butterfly – we are all caterpillars; some of us never really come out of our cocoons and some never get the chance to fly.
Hi percolatingpoetry,
Thank you for your comment. I hope you actively reading Creative Mess.
Best,
CIELO
Hi, Cielo! You are most welcome! Yes, I am following you now and will be reading as you post! Regards, Alex
Nice One
Hi Vishal,
Thank you for your comment. I hope you actively reading Creative Mess.
Best,
CIELO