
Caterpillar Dreams
Do they dream, wrapped in those silken shrouds, like little pharaohs, ready to be rebirthed?
What do they see?
Unlike the pharaohs, they live again, but in an entirely new form.
Devoid of the sharp stripes and inky spots, which they knew as their own, they will soon wear new patterns, and be carried by wings so gossamer and fine, that they could only be crafted by something divine.
Once they knew nothing but the taste of milkweed, and they dozed in the warm yellow rays of the sun.
But, the fun had just begun.
For they now take flight, dancing in the light of creation, and breathing in the pulse of time.
For, it is short.
But, if your moments here on earth were few, wouldn’t you want to hatch into a world so vibrant and true that you couldn’t help but don your finest dress
to waltz with nature…
…and then to sleep,
a deep and dreamy sleep of butterfly wings and gusts of breeze, and the tickle of pollen on your toes.
Wouldn’t you want to know what that felt like?

For the monarchs…. To learn more about their habitats and about how to help them survive and thrive in this world, please see these tips from The National Wildlife Federation. And please spread the word — if we all planted a little milkweed in our yards, we could help this delicate, and yet tenacious, little butterfly species survive.
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Poem and photos ©Erika Burkhalter. All rights reserved.






