She is … The last petal

She is …

The last petal to softly collapse, she is …

Soft, softly falling, winding her way through an air passage …

breathes upon blades sharpened

-await

her soft speech,
she is soft, softly….

softening..

Soft,
sweet,
soft… Feet. She
Walks

a stride that leaves

behind –

arrangement

petals, flowering..

She grows from soil;

each sunrise

her ascent is apparent.
She was sent to be –
parent. In describing her waltz,
it’s easiest to explain her trickling flow …
through an illustration she’s in,

a creek bed she readily defines-
She mines natures grace then gives

back to us..
She is the face and act that us – aspire to know.
To know – To truly know
her is to witness wisdom.
She releases with the ease of an artiste.. as she easily outlines -without lines she
leaves this canvass –
weaves through each –
Whistling leaf, she settles in

wind
then reads love letters in
a silent speech.
Smart is she.
She is sun and stars ..
.. Stone solid even in squalid -condition her vision gives her per
(mission) to do her
rendition -sending a scent of bourbon whiskey.. For those close she is quickly drifting –
leaving all in her wake
following her with a patience to wait …with a warm chest & drunken stagger
.. While she,

sails in

wind

It sings with soft chime-

she is authority that allows this to rhyme.

She is.