Black Swallowtail
The caterpillar,
interesting but not exactly lovely,
humped along among the parsley leaves
eating, always eating. Then
one night it was gone and in its place
a small green confinement hung by two silk threads
on a parsley stem. I think it took nothing with it
except faith, and patience. And then one morning
it expressed itself into the most beautiful being.
"small green confinement" Isn't that beyond a perfect description? To borrow her phrase, here's a "small blue and red HST"
that is becoming a beautiful quilt for our bed.
