Wispy calligraphy draws me into <br />The wintered blue that eyes and so lightly <br /> <br />Veils her shoulders in fine–twigged taupe lace <br />Fair weathers bop softly near southern skies <br /> <br />Drawn out curly-breaths send life to her clay <br />As if His chubby cheeks were blowing song <br /> <br />Ethereal devotions to concept <br />Ancient voyeur for many new quill-ed <br /> <br />Ones, their delicate nests now expose-d <br />Engineer-ings unique to their authors <br /> <br />Transitory weavings for feathered <br />Nurseries- playpens of precious plume-d <br /> <br />Three circle and play in her afternoon streams <br />Gliding peacefully in rays of salience <br /> <br />At a distance, leaves impersonate <br />Bouncing about on boughs like tiny mocking- <br /> <br />Birds in dappled light, obscured treasures <br />Dangling withered and dry high aloft <br /> <br />Soon to be gently sent floating to her <br />Soft moss-ed-beds of fragrant red cypress <br /> <br />Commingling whiffs trail in from heavens hearth <br />Warming contemplative lures to His love <br /> <br /> <br />(English Mountain, Tennessee <br />November 13,2006) <br /> <br />Selected for the 2008 Edition Literary Journal 'The Emancipator.'<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curling-respires-6/
