Morning Wind by Thomas Glasco

Wind rushes about the forest floor,

Chases butterflies for fun,

Swishes dark hair of Indian maiden.

White Dove lifts wooly bear caterpillar,

Many feet climb her arm.

If Woolly survives winter under vegetation

He will shed his orange and black bristles,

Give birth to wings,

Become regal Isabella Tiger Moth.

White Dove walks deeper into forest,

A breeze skims her silken skin.

Mirror eyes drink of wonder.

Springs bubble on Cicada Pond.

Emerald king sits upon lily pad

Croaks an invitation.

A loon’s dynamic shape sheds water,

Enhances the swimming pleasure.

A fawn sips clear cold water.

A drop falls,

Balances eco system.

Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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