Spinning Gold

SPINNING GOLD

Green road paved with tall firs
Sacred Oak filters silvered light
for tiny garden dwellers
 Earl Grey breath fogs early morning's portal
wishing for a honey spindling sky
a porch swing
a wedding ring quilt
tattered n' torn
memories
hold
Danube blue veins map
star charts
my day a murky veil
until you wake me
whining-

Let's visit Rabbit Island
where scarlet kisses cling
 to humidity's compass
your velvet ears listen
to human hymns
as  honey eyed Queen tickles you
elegant hands painting webbed light
I tip humanity's cup
as you-late bloomer
blush and
sniff anticipation.
 ©Ellen Wilson

I wish this photo was better, but I adore its charm.  My hound, Buster Brown stopping to smell the flowers-isn't he poetic!