It’s time to sleep

You’re anointed your head

With the finest lotion

Adorned it with fine

Bright leaves and mosses

Now rest in the deep


While the Aspen weave

Your hair.  They drop

Their abundance on you

Now a pallid saffron

While you cool down


For the deep rest you

Deserve, pull the blanket

Over your head and dream

Of next year’s lilies

Bursting out, lean on


The spokes of the sky

And count the stars

Until you doze off

Winging your way

Around the sun



29 Oct 05

Collection:  Painting with Fingers