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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