Breezes of Spring
Sweet life is borne on Breezes of Spring
A tiny new bud, an egg left by wing…
Caterpillar and flower frolic happily together
With raindrops and rays amidst clement weather
Scarlet-gold leaves herald in changing light
Turning friends to chrysalis n’ seed at Nature’s delight
Creation finds rest in white winter’s slumber
Silent snow cradles awaiting season’s wonder
Out of morning’s dew a yearning sprout does appear
Beholding a familiar winged dancer spying it’s tear
“Oh, bright little blossom, why do you cry?”
“Can you not see I’ve become a butterfly?”
Sweet life is borne on Breezes of Spring
A tiny new bud, an egg left by wing…
˜K. D’Angelo