by Annette Schrab Clark

Breaking forth in flight, silver silk ribbons flow
From within cocoon to the wild winds that blow
Brilliant colors streak past from beyond her wings
Flitting upon a breeze, they hum as violin strings
On her monarchial kingdom, she reigns as Queen
The most graceful creature the sun’s ever seen
The warm rays sear through her transparent hues
As a temple’s stained glass casts colors on pews
On the edge of a rose petal she slows to a hover
Touching tenderly as on the lips of a new lover
Busy bees part to pave for her an invisible path
Trailing glorious scents on airs of her aftermath
Floating about, she flows with the soft wind’s tides
Leaving echoing prisms in her wake as she slowly glides

© Annette Schrab Clark