Catch the fairy of the soul
Clasped within the polished bowls
Place it in the hazel round
And hide it under jealous thorn
Stitch a thread of love and life
Through the forests of whitened branch
Draw a line of hollow breath
On skyward stems and languid leaves
Plant the seeds of slender down
Long or short, either is well
Let raindrops fall onto the bloom
As long as they’re not bitter, but sweet
Paint the berries cream and gold
Glaze in silver, cover in silk
Dot spots on the hill with truffle and spice
And powder it off with shimmering dust
Let gold streams flow between each strand
Running through kaleidoscope falls
Make the wandering sun plant a kiss on the path
Its butterflies painting trails of pink
Listen for cries of the buried mountains
Hear the hum of hooved travelers
Blind the fliers but see their wings
Guiding fires towards the sky
-Jeanne Polochansky
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