Butterflies on my mind...

As I sit here with too much to do and not enough time to do it in...


I think of the beautiful butterfly garden I will be walking through later this week...

Butterfly

A Poem by Emily Dickinson

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.