Glass Wings


Life With Catnip


Forsaken, why doth thou awaken
The world knows how you roam
Sad glasswing butterfly
how can you fly.

Your wings are torn
Your petals blood red death
Earth is too thick

And world too cold. Fly here to me
Grow here. Continue to climb up
And up to a delightful
Dawning day.

Tell me what spirit do you hold
My beautiful butterfly
That lights your way?


Abrush-footed butterfly
Of the clearwing with transparent wings.
The English name is Glasswing, and
Spanish name is Espejito
Which means “little mirrors.

Flying high in the subcanopy
of tropical forest in the Andes Mountains
All things beautiful are full of color
Rivaling the refinement of beauty
Of a stained glass window.


The translucent wings of the Glasswing
Shimmer in the sunlight
Like polished panes of turquoise
Orange, green, and red.

Frequently inhabiting high elevations
Well adapted to climate and elevation

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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