winter gown

she dreams of serengeti

in the folds of her winter gown

where kings and queens cross winds in fertile bliss

parading in raffia robes and organic crown

she nests in the blue of its iris

as amber breath climbs the limbs of every tree,

her eyes rest upon the naked scars of the acacia to her,

a most treasured filigree

with cautious lips,

she grazes the constellations of its time

tracing the curve of its every year

each line fortelling of a resilience

of an unchained wildness to persevere

treading within its thrumming abyss

the fragrance of time stands still

as she drinks of that it holds hidden

in slow doses it does reveal

as copper kisses the horizon

she falls into its lean

the roar of the forest then

claims the beast in she


she dreams of serengeti

in the folds of her winter gown

as the roar of the forest then

stirs eyes awake

anext her waiting crown


listen to me read winter gown

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