My true colours. Date: Thursday, 2nd November 2017 @ 05:35:13 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: northernlights What happens? When the butterfly returns To the chrysalis? A world of rapid change A void of re creation Of silent contemplation. It/'/s not the cry of new life Screaming presence into The world, but an unplanned Journey, leaving the "self," to ponder. A forced suspension of life A blank canvass, inevitable Loss of once recognisable Tangible ties. This pause of Nature Bringing new colours to My Autumn! eager anticipation From years of change I am reborn! This poem is Copyright © northernlights Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=184606