Saturday, July 17, 2010

How would it be?

Butterfly Wings
How would it be
on a day in June
to open your eyes
in a dark cocoon,
And soften one end
and crawl outside,
and find you had wings
to open wide,
And find you could fly
to a bush or tree
or float on the air
like a boat at sea . . .
How would it BE?
                                    —Aileen Fisher


  1. lovely poem. it tells very well of the birth and change to a butterfly. the photo is beautiful. have a good Sunday

  2. Thank, Rose. This poem and photo are favorites ;-)


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