I raised a Monarch butterfly as a child,
filled a jar with milkweed until
the caterpillar created its chrysalis and
one day the beautiful orange winged creature emerged.
I held up my hand
and my butterfly flew
up and up and away
to freedom.
I dream of my own journeys, my own freedoms,
of wandering rivers and forests
and meadows filled with yellow wildflowers.
I dream of traipsing through woodland creeks
and hiking to waterfalls.
I dream of a cabin in the woods
that can be reached only by walking a good hour.
And here the butterflies flutter beautifully and
the blue jays fill the sky.
I love this poem and the way you come full circle with the butterfly at the beginning of the poem and the butterflies at the end of the poem. Your imagery is very vivid, and I dream of going to this cabin in the woods as well!
Wouldn’t that be lovely? Thank you for your comments, Christina!
This is lovely! I love how the butterflies invoke dreams. Very nicely done.
There’s so much meaning in this sentence –
I held up my hand
and my butterfly flew
up and up and away
to freedom.
Also love the imagery and want to go to the woodland creeks
Thank you so much!