willing
bends the willow tree
held by lace (and feather)
secrets ne’er forsaken
by the wind
canopies adorned by light
stretched to catch
the heavens -
her firmament
entrusted (to his love)
redbirds
string the sunrise
in slashes yellow golden
played us all (the fiddle)
by the fire
was once I there
(remember)
the warmest overwhelming
caught between forever -
daydreaming through my window, I watch the cardinals play, as I wandered into Bobbie's world, she wrote beautiful words to go with thoughts of this morn...enjoy as I did...
Ah, I see the cardinals were birds and not Catholic dignitaries. I love this poem: it has a fey and free sound.
Wonderful share again my dear sister! So very awesome! Thanks of sharing!