Poem In Flight

It is the butterfly

on velvet wings

that makes an

ordinary blossom

enchanting.

In silence it drinks of life

while gracing the garden

with a poem in flight.

Hands reach for the verses

of beauty’s metamorphosis

with hope their dreams

will break through

the cocoons they sleep in.

Summer races

around the sun

arriving too quickly

at its burnt ending.

Soon the butterfly

will take its leave

and eyes must

wait for spring

to read another poem

written with wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
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