I AM A THING OF BEAUTY, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD.
I EXTEND MY WINGS TO FLY AND HOVER WHEN I GROW TIRED, THEY
FOLD.
I AM THE RED ADMIRAL VARIETY.
ON TOP MY COLOURS ARE BLACK WINGS, ORANGE
BANDS AND SPOTS OF WHITE.
UNDERNEATH MY COLOURS ARE OF A DIFFERENT SIGHT.
FROM EARLY SPRING TO WINTER I CAN BE FOUND IN
WOODLANDS OF THE SOUTH.
LAYING MY LAVAE ON NETTLES, DRINKING FROM FLOWERS BEAUTIFUL MOUTHS.
I START MY LIFE AS LARVAE, TRANSFORM INTO A CHRYSALIS FROM WHICH MY ADULT BODY GROWS.
FATHERLESS AND MOTHERLESS I MAKE MY OWN WAY IN THIS WORLD.
ONCE METAMORPHOSIS IS COMPLETE, MY WINGS I UNFURL.
I FLAP MY WINGS AND FLY
FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER POLLINATING, AS I GO.
ONE OF NATURE’S OWN MIRACLES.

I used to get these butterflies
Beautiful creatures that simply tickled a little as their wings lightly brushed against my stomach
I don’t know when or why
but these butterflies became dragons
angry fire-breathing beasts
That set my insides a blaze
And I am being swallowed whole by the flames

Velvety paint
Upon wings
Creating elegance
And grace;
Angelic creatures
Flutter around
Traveling miles
Landing gently
On some
Rose blooms
Staring again
Another day