Wanting to fly

 

Do you remember?

In the stairwell

Of the old house

At Netherfield

Red admirals

Gathered

And over wintered

And hung

Waiting for Spring

Then fluttering

At windows

To be let out

When that time

Had come

I hear you

Stretching

Your wings too

Aching to fly

And grow again

in the sun.

 

Rob Cullen