The Butterfly

I’m multi-tasking and combining memes again tonight.  The challenge at d’Verse Poets was to write a poem using symbolism.  I’m sure this one is pretty worn and overused, but my brain is too today, so I hope it’s okay.  It’s also Thursday evening which means Friday Flash 55.

slowly, steadily the new butterfly

emerges from her chrysalis

wet wings tentatively unfold

gently opening and closing

to finish drying in the sun

building the strength

needed to take a

first flight from the

safety of the tree branch.

a short flight and landing

soon wings spread wide

and she’s ready to

take flight with confidence

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