Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Fey

Sunrise sweetens the old ash tree;
brightens the blonde autumn fall of its leaves;
lightens the face living heartwood deep
till I swear I can hear a laugh

drifting past
playfully
four winds free.

4 comments:

Susan said...

Love.

Susan said...

Splendid.

Sylvia K said...

Yep, I love it, too!! Splendid indeed!! But that's the normal for you, MZ!!

Fireblossom said...

Yeah. I can hear it, too. Love this.