SAW HOLLY HUNTER’S REBLOG—-WANTED TO SHARE IT ALSO!
This is a day of sun kissed
stones and blustery winds,
of wild geese adorning river banks
their graceful necks and gilded feathers
remind me that I am nothing more than
an observer to that enchanted world.
Graceful limbs of oak reach across
slanted waves to weightless clouds
Dipping my fingers into green and amber
circlets I hold my reflection in cupped palms.