A Missive

Joy of birds in springs Etched on canvas of the heart Where time changeless stay Naked in my art Only icicles for clothes Wind washed of the sun Cross this desert, sand Open its flowers for rain Moon drawn through the sky Ebb the clouds away Honey dripped on rocks will waste Our two lives apart Moose and bull walking Enter the forest for rest Nipping winter's bud Oozing nectar waste Wealth if no brood gets nourish Gazelles stir the sight Instars are babies Roaming surf and sands exposed Languishing in hope.