Friday, April 23, 2010


Gentle rushing sweet breath
Soft wind beneath my wings
Transformation has brought this
The cocoon withers upon the branch
Shimmering as though
It were saying farewell
Soon it will crumble into dust
As the new journey begins
Fragrances of spring's aroma
Flowers that sway in tandem
Dalliance flourishes beneath skies
Touching my newborn wings
Distantly the whippoorwill sings
Flaunting its plumage openly
Living in dark forests of the countryside
By its ways many will abide
My wings flutter momentarily
In this my season under the sun
Until one day when I return
My season will be done

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