Saturday, September 3, 2011
...sanative herbs & pertainym roots
She walks among the ebony shadows
the dryad wood nymphs know her well.
She dresses with the scent of pine cones
walking over the sacristies of fertile dells.
Laying stems of epinedium and sandal wood
she lights fireflies across the imbue sky;
To dance with the passion of imagination
while teasing beckon upon the pleasure trove’s cry…
She leaves the trail of fragrant ideas open
lingering over pastures meadowy cascade,
as a carrousel of emotional nuances give beckon
she births from earth sedums implanted brigade.
Knowing the imprinting roots of her tenderness
she gives light upon the darkness rooted to fear;
Subsiding concerns into her ameliorate balms
she inspirits the vast pathways of love far and near…
© Poetry: Victoria L. McColley 2010
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