Hope of Resurrection

Sunny dandelions are tangled

In passionate embraces with

My tangled masses of hair

Nodding to Old Man Willow

I follow the dirt path

With unshod feet

Down to the murky peridot river

I kiss her as if she were Juliet

The Queen of my Heart of hearts

As the lucky storks fish for Frog Princes

Not to kiss but to devour...

I shall fish for wildflowers

To fill my castle coffer

I breathe in the resurrecting air thinking that

You are not necessary after all

Reviews

[Robin]

ah , a magical path and the finding of a special treasure : self-worth

visions of Wildflowers flood my imagination ...