When windy winds of spring
Criss-cross the arid lands
Of ancient seas,
Dust-fingers caress a cheek.
When sonny sun of wings
Tic-tac mountain shapes
Of distant seas,
Brown-fingers caress a cheek.
When crowdy cloudy sprits of spring
Blow-whisper untidy thoughts
Of distant seas,
Water-fingers caress a cheek.
When herely-dearly whims
Timely forget own sways
Of ancient seas,
Lost-fingers caress a cheek…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/25/09
Edwin
Fee
Fantastic! Water: deadly, yet life giving. Powerful, yet beautiful. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Bobbi