Resurrection
The butterflies surround me
swirls of colors and shapes
dancing back forth so aptly
beauty not changing as they traipse.
Flutter back and forth to many places
On wings as transparent as a single thread of silk.
Shades of bronzes, blushes, blazes
some more subtle, yellow, blue, even green.
So many butterflies, can't see through the haze.
They whisper by my ears like a soft summer breeze.
The sign of resurrection, of change,
for it changes from a baby caterpillar,
bursting from it's cocoon, a vibrant new creature.
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