The logic was there
\nWith her strings in the rings
\nHeld on the corners
\nThat mindfulness brings
\nA creation sensation
\nFor with limited space
\nOn that cold frosty Monday
\nThe light from her face
\nShone almost glowed
\nWith her bonnet and smile
\nSo under the tarp
\nI crept for a while<\/p>\n
Her lithe and light body
\nHer ebony hair
\nShot through with Autumn
\nAnd cherry so rare
\nShe stood there before me
\nWith the glow of the dawn
\nMy heart was a flutter
\nAnd the wood store re-born<\/p>\n
And the wind brought a chill
\nThat just kind of blew
\nInto and out off our
\nbone structure
\nToo
\nImagine those logs
\nIn the dark in the warm
\nHuddled together
\nOut of the storm
\nPossibly drier now by the day
\nWaiting to warm her
\nWithout delay<\/p>\n
The logic was there
\nThe tarp now in place
\nOut of the darkness
\nThe thrill of her face
\nWith her gloves and her socks
\nAnd her bonnet of grey
\nWorking with her
\nWhat can my heart say<\/p>\n
I was inspired to continue
\nTo be
\nOut in the air
\nJust continually
\nSeeing the goddess with those rings
\nAnd her smile
\nAnd The light emanating
\nFrom her all the while<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The logic was there With her strings in the rings Held on the corners That mindfulness brings A creation sensation For with limited space On that cold frosty Monday The light from her face Shone almost glowed With her bonnet … Continue reading