Metamorphois
(CATAPILLAR TO IT’S SWOLLEN TUMMY)
‘Oh, these frigid hours of winter
May be ill, but will not last forever,
Just to sleep under this a blanket
Of frost will one day rescind; when
Spring returns your creation that of
The Rhopalocera kind, will enthral
Those radicals called the human race,
as you dance gracefully within the
Wanton wind embrace in the spotlight
Of golden sunbeams, bear witness to
The scent of the apple blossom; listen
To the peal of the bluebells chant as
They join the daffodils in prayer.
So, now sleep me darling, your
journey as of mine, perpetual.’
Entered Sponsor, BJ Legros Kelly
'Winter is not forever contest'
21/1/2023
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2023
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