Diane

A gown of magenta

red shoes the song lent her

a sable haired songstress

Plays  intuitive folk

Many sweet  posies

of ancestral  elegance

magically lilting

Sounds that evoke

an historical edge

and enchanting moments

touching the heart strings

Sharing the thought

Exciting the toes

Now joining the rhythm

Bells on her ankles

the audience caught

affecting, inspiring

dramatic desiring

Sara evokes

An excitement where she

The yodelling fae

With colours that sparkle

lilting  and vibrant

whimsical bubbles of

true energy

Seasonal splendour

That enthuses  and wakens

Each musical token

Diane She be

in an aura of wonder

time worn and ancient

folklores and  customs

were woven where she

can absorb all that magic

the blending and mending

And wending her way

To where she just loves to be.

Singing and sharing

her lilting embraces

to those happy faces
enthused naturally.