Take this pocket change of poems
paid in movement's subtle sway
play with antique hearts that thrum
and soft kettledrum bouquets

Gloaming arrow points that call
migrant wings o'er river's dale
wending weary path, drifts fall
numerous cries upon her gale

Take this pocket change of poems
pay it forward to heart's end
sing your songs of fertile loam
grow deep love throughout this land

Journey's night sweeps pressing past
ever close in distant flight
churning  flock of instincts fast
into dawning's piece of light

-cec