Westward wind

A westward wind stopped nearby

Through grassy meadow knee-high

Swirled, clustered around my mind

Casting hues of a new sunrise

Now seas between roar and spit

To share a glass of kindness yet

Chivalry wonders if you are real

What burns the flame of appeal?

Sage the world, I tell myself

Take yourself off the shelf

And then to cross the watery moat

Only to see you slide… and float

(c) ginamc 11/13