CROCUS
She glides across rooms in my mind
leaving a perfumed trace
a malleable presence of her
unique being speaks to me
Unconsciously I utter her message
preparing the ground
scattering ripe forms
of organic shape
Words born from clays birthed in earth
fired in volcanic heat
cooled softened tempered
sit gently on the page
or
in air float lovingly.
or
in air float lovingly.
© MRL 19-06-12
