These butterfly weed seeds, progeny of the food for butterflies, are so eager to fly and find a new home, but they hang tight for days, and weeks and almost a month on silken arms before releasing into free base jumps to some more friendly pasture or garden where they can duplicate their parents' beauty in spring and summer of the coming year. "Patience my little ones, your time is coming soon."
Patience is a virtue? Hardly.
It is the speed limit on a road map
To the best and most authentic place for you.
Patience is a virtue? Not really.
It is a tool that when used with skill
Can build a monster of a goal.
Patience is a virtue? Maybe.
But without the energy of stamina
And the sugar of optimism
It may be no more than a suspension of time.