Earth Rhythms

Morning wind stirs paper tigers

Nothing to fear, only shadows

Prairie voices shivering in socks

Overnight on the clothesline

Damp with morning dew

String-beaded on tallgrasses

White poplars shelter a doe

Wide-eyed, following a rivulet

The water path, wild and lone

Draws her through the old woods

Where I walk on common ground

Songs old as time whisper

Beg me to hold close rhythms

Of earth, time’s dream passages

In silence, faith speaks loudly

Gathering daylight as flowers

© 2012 S. Michaels
Taking Care of Dreams

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