Poems from Silverwing57

To Be a Butterfly
As the seasons evolve from a frozen cocoon of isolation into a warm veil of life, I find myself awakening anew.  Throwing aside my...
Beaches
Tis' Not of Love
Tis' not a poem of his sparkling eyes Nor tis' it of his hair catching the light For i've never caught the shimmer of spring's cries As...