Cocoon is spun
that wings may grow
he dormant lies
'til time to go
though it seems a fearsome trap
as thrashing, pushes to break out.
Don't help him, or you'll handicap
his strength for flying here and fro
delicately, ever so.
Winter comes to call for spring
and 8,000 seasons ago
Seed of Heaven died that life
could come from frozen ground below.
Scraped knees and shattered hearts
subtle, tiny hands to mend
and open windows in dingy parts.
Wait patiently for Whom you know
comes delicately, ever so.
[art by olga ziemska]
2 comments:
I love that line "delicately, ever so."! This is awesome stuff, Kaitie!
Yes I agree. A beautiful line that could be repeated again and again. I also enjoy the art out in nature. Great post.
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