Thursday, April 23, 2009

Spin me a Wander

Spin me a Wander

I ache and I grace

and I cannot explain

beyond “Spin me a wander path

the color of light—

I will bough, I will Spring, I

will leaf and Fall and

stark rattle my branches,

calling the birds

to come sing in my hair."



Diane said...

I get that, I think

Ached and graced all day

Took a wander path at sunset
Down a peninsula to a cute café

Returned - Colors of twilight surreal
Was it just this morning that a chickadee landed on my head?

Touched by your words,

Kimberly said...

Thank you for the image of the chickadee on your head! And for the gift of you sharing your own poetry.

How lucky I am to have such readers as you. gratefully, MperiodPress