Her Sanctuary

And as she enters Into that quiet place The wind spreads peace Though the wild flowers She lays down in tranquility Closing her eyes in waves As the light of day begins to rise And the earth slowly revolves in sighs She can hear the eagles circling cries A smoke like mist covers fields and rivers The dew of morning adds pearls To her brow with a shiver She arches her body and gives a quiver She stays and shares her breath The day now waning, into a night of peaceful death She watches the day bloom and fade Like a wilting flower in the shade! 11.5.22