As wind from spring

The whisperings began:

words drifting

silent as snow

Pictures of long time ago

when children played unafraid

tiny new ducklings

tripped after their mother through the grass

while boys gathered tadpoles

to raise their stock of tiny green frogs

and a kindly teacher let them tell

adventures of the morning

her science class

Palm Tree Oracle

 

 

Left in her high place
above the palm
the crone waits for the dawn
when her naughty monkey dancer
will return and take her back
to Baba’s secret haven
Meanwhile she knits
the wind
and dreams