Metamorphosis

Unexpected,
uninvited she comes
binding tight
    in burial clothes.
Left to hang
     to rot
     to die.
Why?

But no–
death wraps crack.
Tight folded wings
     shimmering color,
legs long, and few
     emerge.
The beautiful caterpillar
     gone. And now who?

Am I to fly?

new_butterfly

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One thought on “Metamorphosis

  1. olga says:

    Hi Helen. glad to see you writing again! tender and beautiful.new life emerging from within.

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