Delicate as a soft spring breeze
Colourful as an evening sunset
She lifts her wings in a maiden flight
Leaving her milkweed birth-home
Pirouetting through the cloud-shaded
Landscape of the rain-sodden forest
Briefly flirting with nearby vegetation
Until fatigue and need guides her to a
Burdock leaf beside the rushing stream
On the forest floor where bracken
Lies in full flush of late summer
And in the silence of the late afternoon
She repeatedly folds and unfolds her
Wings, a newborn drying her dress
Ready to take her place in the unknown.
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