out in the woods
without your bowler hat or glasses
how will you find your way home?
Cousin It
The Nest
woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness
Unruly
the rock wore
twirls of curly moss
upon it’s hard headed crown
Rooted in Rock
hair of gold
atop the granite face
smiling palisade
Goddess
golden tresses
halo of light
gracing us
Sleepy Head
Tousled haired
the field wakes
from winter’s sleep.