posted March 05, 2007 12:41 PM         

and dragonflies seek solace
in the comfort of the sun
Spring has just begun

even daffodils are blessed
in the dew of the morning
flowers bloom in warning

see-saws of life
are just tugs-of-war
like a crash to the floor
renders you unconsious

while swallow-tails
and nightengales
take their first flight
spiders crawl
upon the wall
and startle us in fright

dreams have passed us
long ago
we're unable to catch up
i've left a net behind me, high
to catch the fleeting moments before the hiccup

i cup one in my hand
like a butterfly
it is ever aware of the fragility
and brevity of life

posted March 07, 2007 01:20 AM         

The brevity of life... I like that. Butterflies are indeed wispy things that say life is ephemeral. Nightingales make one's heart sing. Good work, Shirty!