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
Thank you for taking me there
you are most welcome! thank YOU for enjoying the journey.