Alan L. Winters

LIKE THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

Awarded: September 1, 2010With every passing breath
Between our birth and death
We are metaphorphic man.
And so when morning comes
I eagerly await the dawn
So my life could move ahead
And I can carry on.
But sometimes I feel fragile,
Like jeweled wings of a butterfly
Damaged by the slightest breeze
On a summer afternoon.
Then my wish is to return
To the sanctity of my cocoon.

©Copyright August 29, 2010 by Alan L. Winters