Of Tapestries Not Yet Made

The whispering trees Shed some leaves Upon a wind that blew To a castle door A message for the Summer Queen Of tapestries not yet made Or the reason for The Summer Queen Gathered every single leaf Blew a kiss to the whispering trees Closed a Castle door Took the Great Winding Stair To her chamber To begin …. The Great Forest Tapestries Leaves of every colour Every shade Of bark and bough Through the seasons Of tapestries not yet made The Summer Queen Touched all the leaves They came from one tree In all its’ life As a seed Sapling Mature Tall and green To the end As an autumn leaf Gold and brown The leaves were carefully laid In a basin of jewelled bronze A trees’ life in colour and shade For a Summer Queen to make Of tapestries not yet made Trees of magic never die They live on tapestries A soft leaf Texture of bark To be seen in the galleries In shades of green A forest within the Castle walls Soft leaf Texture of bark Of branches unseen You felt the power Of a tree A soft leaf Texture of bark Most of all Its’ heart In a tapestry not yet made