Restless Butterfly
March 4, 2009
It’s springtime again and the poetry has somehow escaped my thoughts in the warming air. They say it won’t last very long and the coldness will return with another possible blanket of white. My heart grows restless for the continuing warmth to wash over me and for the freedom of landscapes to traverse. I have a romance with the impossible but I enjoy the dreams and the anticipation of finding liberty of soul. I’m comfortable with life and my love overflows but my heart echoes from yesterday and nature is pulling at my strings. It’s time to pack up the backpack and journey the adventure once again but at the same time it’s time to settle in if only for a little bit. She will understand the fluttering butterfly wanting to dry its wings from being cocooned.
