World turned upside down-
billowing clouds stretch from ground
to home, skyward bound.
Tattered and faded,like the hem of well-worn jeans,and loved all the same.
Red-headed beautytwirling in a skirt of flames,she smiles at the sky.
Sleep makes way for birthStirrings of the heart rise forthLife is in full bloom
When your spirit singsa song the heart has writtenbefore time began,like a butterflyyou grow wings of color andyou begin to soar.
Sweet Iris scent waftsthrough the morning air like lovesettling in the bones.
The yellow brick road
of gladiolas climbs a
ladder to the sky.
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The Water Witch’s Daughter
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