Emily

A dim capacity for wings

I draw much inspiration from poetry, perhaps I'm an anomaly. This from Emily Dickinson. 

From the chrysalis 

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,

I'm feeling for the air;

A dim capacity for wings

Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be

The aptitude to fly,

Meadows of majesty concedes 

And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint

And cipher at the sign,

And make much blunder, if at last

I take the clew divine.

Zebra Longwing on Morning Glory