See in the caterpillar the butterfly it becomes.
See hope wash away despondence.
Let children be children
becoming their calling.
when pupae are pushed
out of their chrysalis to fly?
neither too early nor too late
but just in time.
Linking with DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt. Kim wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word ‘Early’.
The photo was taken last summer in Maine when we visited Gulf Hagus. We had just forded the river to go to the woods. Right on the bank of the river was a big rock full of (what looked like) White Admiral butterflies. What I captured in the picture was only a fraction of the butterflies that greeted us. It was awesome to see so many hovering around us.