Hands turn. Earth spins. Ants march. Snakeskin.  

Green leaves. Orange glow. Paint-splash. Legs bow.

I am the marble in motion,
following the same track.

Bottles explode, shards fly.  

Flames lick the walls, tears
fall.

Sweat pours in the dark of
night, still living with fear.

Taking it one-day at a time!

Sometimes the world revolves like your favorite CD.  The sunshine beckons, great adventures await.  

Sometimes the world is slow, like a 45 on 33 - taking the long-play to the end of the day.

Sometimes you twist and shout.

Sometimes you hide and cry.

I am sometimes the rain which falls.  My middle name is silvertongue. I am the honeybee in dance. I dive like a kingfisher into the wild river.

Today I am the sun, warming the day.

Sometime I'll dance your way.

To become the arrow in flight,
I must first take aim.

Green-eyed wanderings.  Taken by surprise as the rain soaks us to the bone.  We sit surrounded by foxgloves and nettles.  A collection of magic and green medicine, her knowledge of folklore soothes.

The fallen oak offers shelter.  We strike a match, the fire warms.  Huddled together once more.  Another moment to share.  Outside the crows caw.  Flames flicker, smoke rises.  Our clothes begin to dry.

Blue sky breaks through the clouds.  Like the sun we rise.  The homeward path is long.

A violet petal sparkles,
sun glints from the sky.