Into the Chrysalis

In this soft woven skein; - a chrysalis,
Nests the close-swaddled fabric of her young;-
As life grows ripe with Nature's catalyst,
In a soft downy womb - that's silken-spun;-
Now with the dew of morn is crystal kiss'd,
The young worms glow, as first rays from the Sun,
Bathes each swelling grub in morning light;-
Catapillar gold, from the depths of night.
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Individual potential

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southmiami4321online today!
Nice write LCBR. The magic of being a butterfly...SM
lovecanberealonline now!
Thankyou SM.....Comment Appreciated.................bouquet
Oceanzest
Nice, great title, sounds almost Sci-Fi horror cheers
lovecanberealonline now!
Oceanzest,

Thanks for the comment. Just a piece of allegorical writing; hinting at the great potential in all things....
Mizzy4
Nicely worded Lcbr,
A Metaphor for all new life.

Regards Mick.

peace
lovecanberealonline now!
Cheers, Mizzy...................handshake
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