Today author Colleen Chesebro invites us to write a Butterfly Cinquain, an unrhymed poem of 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line. My thoughts immediately went to current events.
There's no butterfly to be found in protests and war zones, but there's often lingering hope. The traces of light may be difficult to see, but within the human heart, there's always possibility. And so, I've entitled this poem - MAYBE.
I hope you have a wonderful week, replete with instances of hope. 💗
All the best,