Planted by hands unknowingly sprouted
a birthing of graceful complexity...

Feeling air wisps tickle her nose
much like a cold night freezing...

I drifted far away,
lost within a memory...

Fighting urges within my mind
aggressively fighting tears tween brownies...

If my minds eye could create the
past within an April whisper...

Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...

Floral aromas ignite
Sharing one moons fantasy...

My husband, Mr. Pike
is going on a hunger strike...

You were the spider lurking,
dancing in dew drop temptation...

Crystal ice adorns
blankets of snowy sapplings...

When a soul is caged,
trapped in bars, etched...

Soar with me oh great eye
of fire catapulted, let us fly...