there was a time you might say
when I was emerging from chrysalis
my slumber cacoon of intermitant sleep
entering into poetry new wings drying
in a soft warm breeze in gentle sunlight
waiting preparing to spread new wings
to fly on wings of developing poetry
wind leaves no record in road skies
all those flutter places monarch butterfly
flies nobody knows but butterfly in flight
is a motion marvel monarch wears wondrous
colours stirs joy in gaze appreciative heart
where will migration of diverse species
fly who will trace joy won in chance sight?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem