How brave you are, sweet little one
with your shiny new face kissed with the dew.
What made you leave your warm nest
to risk the unknown?
Was it the hum of the bee
or the flap of a wing or was it the butterfly tiptoeing above?
And what about the others…
the shy ones still hidden dreaming under the covers?
*The first violet of the season – I captured it yesterday with my cell phone using the ‘roidizer’ app. I wrote the poem just now.