Sep 18

I Bring The Fire

An array of plumes woven into braid and knot.
My scalp full of spring glory.
Open smile dancing among the silken wonders of earth.
The fresh scent intertwining with
baked bread, warm peaches and sunshine.
The wind twists around the trees,
braiding them into my hair like ribbons.
Bringing happiness on the breeze, trusting
everything joyous into your hearts.
Fly away, bring something worthy of joy,
Become something beautiful for another time.