Gossamer Wings
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Gossamer wings atop currents of air
form perfect canvases for Nature's art;
no finer paintings exist anywhere.
I wish I could pause time within my heart,
and freeze-frame the beauty I chose to share.
A caterpillar, though an ugly thing,
now beautifies scenes wherever it goes.
Emerging from its chrysalis, late spring;
a butterfly, like a sprite, dons new clothes,
befitting that of a Queen or a King.
Clear translucent scales diffract the sunlight;
so that colors of every hue and shade
feed beauty's insatiable appetite.
And although, in time, their beauty will fade,
it's like eye candy to watch them in flight.
I stand in awe of Nature's creation;
finding butterflies so entertaining.
And capturing my imagination,
I can feel my anxiety draining,
into a feeling of fascination.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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