the sweet verse spinner

my birthday is many moons away

over by ridge land where the bushes sway
in the wind
carried by the rising air
off the plains the vast
living lands splayed out 
like diamonds from a fish
dear sweet verse spinner Sarah Rose
the fleeting likeness to thee is a 
harmonious rose in full swoon
a penny and a petal
sitting inside a vase 
of bight metal
a stone
on earth
that lifted lid of the hearth
all breathy and warm
the hands that tore you away
from the storm
the cinnamon claw
all held out and vast
the lighter dog barks
and the little one 
these are the dreams 
of the widows falorn