"In the name of the Bee-
and of the Butterfly-
and of the Breeze- Amen!"
Manhattan has such cliffs along the shore That humble man made towers built from steel. You scaled them without fear, Conquistador!
By Annie Chester5 years ago in Poets
My dearest one, what's this we've found? Behold! An entrance to the earth- and then who knows? No summer heat could pass through this threshold,
Amongst the sprawling switchgrass wild and full, In secret refuge lies my heart with thine. The blades of sage protect and pull the wool
Possessed were you by my cold soul You let me reach inside your heart Changing your needs from air to coal My beats were yours to stop and start
Her cheek is the first peony To bloom as light does come Into our room through shrouded glass Pink as chrysanthemum. The rosy rising swirling light
