Beneath the Edge of Promise

Delicate bright and winged one
That flew so high to catch the sun
With blind fruition’s determined will
Came to alight upon a sill of earth’s bright green
To place her seed beneath the edge of promise

And upon that plant of purple flowers
Mother Earth kept watch for hours
Transforming larva from the yolk
Inside an egg that one day broke
Into eight-legged ones that crawl

They feed upon leaves and shed their skins
Hang upside down from twigs and then
Begin to spin a silken womb
For replicas to one day bloom
Beneath the edge of promise

Within their white and silken beds
They lose their legs and little heads
Form bright wings and tiny eyes
Chrysalis thins then cracks and dries
Butterflies burst forth to meet the skies

With a prism of color upon their wings
A fluttering sunlit dance they bring
Reborn with wings of lace to fly
Against the splendor of the sky
Floats the fragile butterfly. . .

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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