Thursday, 5 July 2012

Friendly Lord's Prayer

Spirit of a treetop
sweeping through a tiny room;
come in, sit yourself down,
so we can have some little time.
What mischief can we conjure?
What omelets to eat?
What mirrors to look into?
What major chords to sing to?
Until this fiery day has turned – complete.

1 comment:

  1. I am enjoying your thoughts and poetry so much. Thank you for always sending some new inspiration.