Wrapped in silken binding threads,
encased in slumber’s skin,
Then B-U-R-S-T-I-N-G forth
in splendid color--
shedding the old skin
Constricting threads that once held bound
the glorious light within;
no longer hold a shred of power,
for the butterfly
has wings
And freely now, with wings of color,
she flies upon the wind…
stopping here to lift and lighten--
sharing beauty
with her wings
Edwin
Regis
to give such joy and pleasure...
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.