Emergence
Shrouded in mists, the chrysalis
painted with dewdrops, awaits its bliss
The caterpillar safe and warm inside
dreamt of flight just before it died.
Gave birth to butterfly
folded in fragile form,
waiting for morning
when the sun shines warm.
Then the chrysalis breaks
the fragile shell gone
butterfly emerges
into the glory of dawn
Waits on a leaf-stem
till the morning sun dries
the wings that spread
and flex, then flies.
Spiraling rainbow
passionate flight,
butterfly dreams
of another life
when it crawled
ever so slowly
and labored
day and night
to spin the chrysalis
death wrap,
just so it might
rebirth its spirit
and find soul
in flight.
©1995 Ann Albers | Please do not reproduce without written permission





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