Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Efflux Of Grief
Loam once filled the earth,
Millions of years precede her birth,
Evolution spirits a cocoon,
The Chrysalis waits to bloom,
Swaying, the pendulous Chrysalis descends,
Away from the novice gaud it defends,
Now, the fluttering butterfly warms in the scattered sun,
Far from its silky spun,
Dancing on a welcomed warm summer field,
Though, its precious existence sealed,
Half-lived, the meandering butterfly,
Yet, just as we, brief, it shall also die.
John Hardesty
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