"Learning to Fly", by Erin Piazza
- susanalabordeblaj
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
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
