Silent Flight Of The Winter Butterfly Poem by William He

Silent Flight of the Winter Butterfly
By William He

Dim woods, frail wings,
Wrought by frost's sharp, biting breath,
Cold light bleeds through pallid skies.
Where silence falls as shadows stretch,
Its groan is lost, swept by the winds.
Bright plumes burn into dusk,
Shriveled blooms exhale their last, faint scents,
The butterfly's life slips through thin air.
Its proboscis trembling, full of pain,
'Etched in nature's stark, hard frame.

The South China Sea's wild surge,
Molds the dragon, grinding clouds like glass,
Miasma drinks the salt, the deep.
Flashed eyes light the sun-moon spheres,
The squama gleaming in the cold, aching sighs.
Through limitless realms, journeys overlap,
Rites call the lost, the lone,
Soaring through dusk, lost in the vast.
Swallowed by a cold, unfeeling void,
Carried away by winds that don't care.

念奴娇 冬日蝴蝶
作者：何威廉

幽丛薄翅，
是风霜淬就，
冷光寒色。
橙焰灼空燃彩羽，
晚菊香残踪迹。
鸟喙含羞，
虫书湮缺，
俱作洪荒客。
神崖天籁，
万灵敷佑命秩。

忽见南海翻涛，
青龙啮锦，
云瘴吞潮汐。
乍点重瞳明日月，
鳞片迷回凄瑟。
楚些招魂，
秦灰葬梦，
独向苍茫立。
穿霄抟翼，
轻盈三色烟碧。