My Runic Bouquet

Air sensorial kisses
I cast among the wind
Grasping the tender underbrush
Razor sharp edges are skinned

Walking among the grasses
Gathering the treasures today
I asked the oak for her branches
To add to my runic bouquet

There is a new altar forming
She is among the vision’s quest
Procured inside the lost passages
She is a reaper of the blessed

As I gather these sacred offerings
My teacher of the infinite sky
Whispers to me in the meadows
Among the balance we all descry

Go before the almighty universe
Every blessing we seek to sow
Lives within our treasured visors
Embracing truths we wish to know

Poetry: Victoria L. McColley