Would you like to see this thought
start out burning
like the yellow-golden flame
on the white candle,
skittering and stuttering
in the soft breeze drifting
through the open cottage window?
The way the flame will rise up,
leaving the candle behind and below.
Rising up towards the roof-beams
where it will metamorphose
into a red-orange butterfly.
Its wings a steady even shimmer
as dawn lights this dark bedroom.
Then the butterfly turns
towards the new morning
out through the open window
to disappear into the dawn.

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2008 - 15:02
What a beautiful picture you paint with your words.
Tina