BHS Inkwell 2017-2018

The Butterfly By Josalyn Amodeo

The silk wings of the butterfly flutter As the newly made caterpillar roams the open skies. She started as a mere kernel of life, But slowly grew and grew until Her shimmering wings filled the sun-warmed air. Every day is smooth sailing, Every passing thought a breeze. The vulnerable butterfly is safe in the drafts of the wind And when she lands, every movement Is bound with adrenaline of any unknown danger. This young butterfly ages and grows Each day she becomes bigger and stronger. Each day she dances with another, Tangling in the stars and across the moon. They say goodbye each time the sun breaks across the horizon. Her midnight waltz doesn’t leave her drained, But instead breathes life into her fragile body. Her stained glass wings carry her along the summer air

As she searches lazily for honey-dew nectar Along the brightly blooming flower buds. Her jet black body floats along open drafts As she sways to the chickadee’s song. In her small beating heart, she knows that here, In the embrace of nature, She can be beautiful and free.

Whitney Welbaum

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