It is an honor to share this poem on my blog. Thank you, Erin! LEARNING TO FLY In gold touched movements All but still, Many skins are shed. Cocoons hang from their silken threads, And wing patterns become visible. Thousands of scales In a palate of perfection Push through transparency: The chrysalis opens to beauty. Delicate angels Spread gossamer wings Preparing to meet the world. -Erin Piazza Monarch Butterflies. Purisima de Chamacuero, Guanajuato,