Softly do they slumber
in silence of winters cocoon.
Wings tightly wound, yet to unfurl.
brilliance of color waiting, muted,
for Springs sunbeams to reveal.

Surely as meadows will bloom,
and Robins herald their unfolding.
Baren branches buds thus burst
with blossoms of delicate hue.

So shall the dawn awaken,
and gentle warm breezes flow
upon secret niches of spring,
where they sleep, waiting in time.
and as sunbeams search their way
into these sleeping Spring chambers,
to an awakening of enchantments,
the butterflies beauty aroused,
unfurling, delighting in Springs new dawn!