for the water ...

these words have steeped for a while now 
in this vessel of november sky & the golden light of plowed fields
you are water-turquoise-cinque-terre-blue 
soothing, enveloping & sure
with the crystalline smell of first snow--icy apple-crisp
spiced with a lavender borealis & ginger zest
you allow the float

the surrender

the paintbox to swoop in & rise to song
present in love

forgiveness & laughter
you ride between wonder & sage-ness
taking prisoners wildly delighted in their felted chains
with a hand of grace & skill
mischievous

     you lure your sailors with guinness cake & a canvas of surprise
crafting connection with brush strokes of color-wheel possibility
holding us all closer to the light
shining & floating

water-turquoise-cinque-terre-blue