just a gal who likes a lot of things a person twice her age enjoys doing. a gal who wants to see from a bird's perspective and live in the wild. just a lady with some things to say/share every blue moon.
What a time it has been
That I’ve written some words
To be read by the one whom I fancy
His name, there are three
I’ll work them in subtle
The letters of he that I love
The first is so tall, with Stonehenge essence
A drink to be had with the sun or moon
With friends or in sought out solitude.
It is a ticking clock, it is a tree, it is turning soil over
The first letter of he that I love
The middle is arch, with a rise and a curve
Like a crest of a robins wing flying
It falls from sky in drops, pirate scowls
It is rain, it is running, it is rounding a stone
The second letter of he that I love
The last of the three is tall, wide and stark
Mountainous reasons for trying. With points
And peaks so wisely staggered, egging on a climb
It is wonder, it is wild, it is wrapping up in shelter
The last letter of he that I love
