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
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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