Wispy calligraphy draws me into
The wintered blue that eyes and so lightly

Veils her shoulders in fine–twigged taupe lace
Fair weathers bop softly near southern skies

Drawn out curly-breaths send life to her clay
As if His chubby cheeks were blowing song

Ethereal devotions to concept
Ancient voyeur for many new quill-ed

Ones, their delicate nests now expose-d
Engineer-ings unique to their authors

Transitory weavings for feathered
Nurseries- playpens of precious plume-d

Three circle and play in her afternoon streams
Gliding peacefully in rays of salience

At a distance, leaves impersonate
Bouncing about on boughs like tiny mocking-

Birds in dappled light, obscured treasures
Dangling withered and dry high aloft

Soon to be gently sent floating to her
Soft moss-ed-beds of fragrant red cypress

Commingling whiffs trail in from heavens hearth
Warming contemplative lures to His love


(English Mountain, Tennessee
November 13,2006)

Debora Short

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