The first butterfly of spring has appeared, not brightly colored
but giving hope of those who will come!
The Little Cocoon
High on a tree
midst branches and leaves, a shiny green womb with iridescent jewels of emerald and gold, hangs a little cocoon swaying
in the breeze. Winds come up and rain begins to pour, the little cocoon is shaken from side to side, stripped of its jewels and in dismay questions why. It does not know that to live, first it must die!
In the morning sky a new day arises, a door
releasing a lustrous
butterfly, no longer