In the years gone by,
   layer by layer,
You've spun your cocoon,
   on this last stop of your journey.
From gauzy to opaque,
   its so hard to see you now.
But I keep watch,
   that your cocoon be protected,
   cared for and prepared
When at last,
   you break forth
   with fluttering wings, white
   dotted with red and purple.

©2010, John A. Mills