photoart: sharon auberle
Butterfly
by Jeannie E. Roberts
Your order flew
through my door,
a class act
of Insecta —
full-blown,
four wings
fully grown,
a feast
for furtive eyes.
But before
you fluttered,
time was spent
unfolding,
inflating,
producing juice
for the journey.
There you waited,
defenseless,
tender to attack,
drying, until
your wide-eyed
wings let loose
on waves of air.
Lepidoptera:
you've lived
fourfold,
been altered,
reshaped, reborn
and now,
you've shown me,
through my door,
you're my life
in metaphor.
~ previously published
in Nature of it All
(Finishing Line Press )
