Arising

Boiling steam of dew

in a mist to the sky

forms clouds of vapor through

which sun beams crawl, golden stairs reaching high

Vines a rope ladder weaves

rungs of shadow fade

through bowed crying leaves

evaporating pools of shade

All beckon a climb up steps of burl

hanging moss of angel shrouds

with wooden arms that curl

through leafy clouds

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love the vision I got from the second stanza....well, all of it, but especially the rope ladder weaving.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you my friend for your kind words of support they are valued.