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
roars
these are the dreams
of the widows falorn