Wings
Wings
Summer has come early this year
a Pieridae the shade of candle wax
suspending its journey, rests
against her open bathroom window.
Draughts from the west wind
replaces air from Northern chills,
a comfort in the heated water.
Squeezing her eyes half closed
body is veiled in a haze of steam;
sealed as though there’s no escape,
‘til curtains flutter as butterfly wings.
like her thoughts, ready for flight.
Copyright © Jeanne Macdonald | Year Posted 2020
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