A moment of stillness
In a chaotic world
A choice
The bitter wind turns
It must find a home
For change
Nature
Can not be ignored
The fuzzy little catepillar
Brown coat atop countless legs
Awkward
Solitare upon the dry soil
Searches
The pull, intense
Climb
Spin
Alone
For alone is the only way to grow
Fear settles deep
Unkown ahead
Ugliness of existence as it is
Small, inconsequential
Climb, yet again alone
Surrender
Bleak desolution of winter wins
Cold, alone on the ground
She whithers and dies
If only there had been no fear
A beautiful butterfly
Would have emerged
With the Spring sun
(C) RM Brandon 2012
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