Green's Shawl |
white limbs of mint and pine frozen in quicksilver sap and dew petrified sugar-coated cones and crowns minute tinges of drowsing verdure sunken anchors of fleshy tubers immovable buoys in a sea of crystal monuments medals of purity, regally tall and refined with many an outstretched umbered arm telling the wind it is free to press on passing the mansions of tiny guests housing the gathered autumn fruits garnered sustenance, fuel within fuel sheltering all from chill frosts and blue warm inner cores of fine textured cork eternal wharves and seasonal wombs revealing life as the ice does recess receding in ribbons of gentling rills carrying the needed garden mead to the rooted guardians and earthy gods historic, legendary and ageless traditions of beauty's acreage forever foresting and fair unblankets the evergreenery |
