Friday, November 13, 2009

Poem: The Caterpillar on the Post

The Caterpillar on the Post

The caterpillar climbs
over the fencepost
and down the wood railing,
a slow stroll in the autumn sun,

a last walk before it finds shelter
and wraps itself
from the elements, builds
it's tiny house

hoping somehow
to wield off winter
with it's snow and wind,
to survive the blasts of bitter cold

that kills the flowers and leaves
that have been it's life
to this moment.
An so it will wait

in silence for a season.
What, you wonder,
does it think, there in the dark?
What does it hear, or fear, or hope?

Or does it live in a place of acceptance,
waiting, simply waiting, willing
to be, until
the change of seasons?


The picture was taken in my driveway, to send to my son in Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.


3 comments: said...

If it is lucky, it will be content to just be!

willow said...

Wow, he's a beauty. I want to see the shot of you hunkered down there taking the pic! :^)

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

What does the caterpillar think? Now there's an idea to ponder!