A young woman takes a seat besides me on the train going home. Her left arm is heavily inked, while she gingerly looks over the right arm, cased in sheet, covering a new tattoo. Across me, a group of young teens in their uniforms chat animatedly while sipping a cool drink. They remind me of spring season, fresh as tulips. Passengers pour in at every train stop; it is a never ending tide of faces. Yet I am at ease with changing current as I am always taking the same route going home. Outside the blur of maple trees are turning orange rust and deep brown. Autumn is a shade of color in my eyes.
by the drooping vine,
butterfly cocoon sways
its empty tendrils
Macro Photography of Butterfly Wings by Linden Gledhill
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Changes hosted by Kanzen Sakura ~
Thanks for the visit ~