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 delightful 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 vibrant color-wheel possibility
holding us all closer to the light
shining & floating. . .
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 delightful 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 vibrant color-wheel possibility
holding us all closer to the light
shining & floating. . .
Water Turquoise-Cinque-Terre-Blue