Butterfly Wings

Clouds shed their tears
in April rains,
while winter wanes
and warmth abounds.

In shaded shadows
icicles melt,
and jagged shards
come crashing down.

Migrating birds
heading back home,
fly from far flung
safe sanctuaries.

And on the winds
of an open sky,
caterpillars don
butterfly wings.

Uprooting dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the hopes
of tomorrow.

And blossoms bloom
to calls of loons,
ushering in
the first of spring.