Monday, October 28, 2013

Poem a Day 28

Starting Over

New birth is filled with effort, ache,
the flick of wing to stretch and dry,
the pulling-forth from safe cocoon,
the first small steps we softly take,
until the longed-for day we fly,
which takes too long yet comes too soon:
a little work, the tiring grace
of living, leaping into space!


  1. Brigitte Darnay1:15 PM

    Butterflies, I think, may not feel just this way, but your words so beautifully describe the amount of work required and grace bestowed on us, theliving.

  2. branemrys5:32 PM

    In a sense, I suppose our whole lives are processes of drying off wings.


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