The Mystic Mire

To touch a leaf upon a tree and watch it shiver with delight and when the sun comes out to play to watch it swing and sway To gaze at shades of verdant greens intoxicated by their light anticipating hugs of warm from arms that want to go away this druid girl has had enough of cloud filled skies and endless nights To bow to nature like a Queen and serve it like a Regal King and as each thought of poor old me releases gifts of sympathy I will bestow on Mother Earth my mended piece of broken wing Perceptive with psychometry and mendicant telepathy this alchemist of touch and smell will tip the balance of I Ching To seize that moment of arrest when all the stars of heaven's pyre are plum content to glow and shine above a sky of April wine To fall in love beyond the hour with tenderness and deep desire to take what has been given sure and leave behind what isn't mine this medium girl will walk the marsh and swim across the Mystic Mire Oct 10 2022 Sponsor L MILTON HANKINS Contest Name THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN)