The creative process

The leaf curls in upon itself,
creating a cocoon,
and then unfurls again
to reveal, not worm,
but butterfly
as color shifts
from green to blue
imagination takes flight,
and then, impaled upon
an artificial sunset
and examined
we then again can see
the veins of what has gone before
and wonder at the shifts
that have occurred,
irreproducible,
unique as each of us,
and every snowflake
that bursts onto the scene,
then fades into some damp oblivion
to nurture seeds of that which is to come.


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