Wispy calligraphy draws me into
The wintered blue that eyes and so lightly
Veils her shoulders in fine–twigged taupe lace
Fair weathers bop softly near southern skies
Drawn out curly-breaths send life to her clay
As if His chubby cheeks were blowing song
Ethereal devotions to concept
Ancient voyeur for many new quill-ed
Ones, their delicate nests now expose-d
Engineer-ings unique to their authors
Transitory weavings for feathered
Nurseries- playpens of precious plume-d
Three circle and play in her afternoon streams
Gliding peacefully in rays of salience
At a distance, leaves impersonate
Bouncing about on boughs like tiny mocking-
Birds in dappled light, obscured treasures
Dangling withered and dry high aloft
Soon to be gently sent floating to her
Soft moss-ed-beds of fragrant red cypress
Commingling whiffs trail in from heavens hearth
Warming contemplative lures to His love
(English Mountain, Tennessee
November 13,2006)
Debora Short
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curling-respires-4/
