Black SwallowtailThe caterpillar,
interesting but now exactly lovely,
humped along among the parsley leaves
eating, always eating. Then
one night it was gone and in its place
a small green confinement hung by two silk threads
on a parsley stem. I think it took nothing with it
except faith, and patience. And then one morning
it expressed itself into the most beautiful being.
( for Nina )
Oh I love that book! Ha I saw the title and will not tell you my first thought, LOL...I need to get over myself :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. Have a great evening.
ReplyDeleteConnie, for the reason that this is a poem about an insect, I thought it was going to be about John Clare. Have you read him?
ReplyDeleteI think its time I ordered a book of Poems by Mary Oliver.
xx
julie
it's a little early in the morning to have eyes filled with tears - but i'll take that, anyway, the tears - thank you sweet friend! xxx
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