...You Are

You are

You are

You are
my perfection

a polished gem
thoughts tumbling

You are my secret
my language of flowers
blooming in every bouquet

You are
my strength

a polished gem
thoughts tumbling

Surreptitious surrender...

My favored port

My ocean

and land

My mountains and clouds
My four leaf clover

My delight

My treasure

My good mood
on a dismal day

poem copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab

The Fairy Garden Poems # 46

...Anthropologies

Birds watching
as we prune
and preen our trees
preparing
for spring

bundles of branches
and bags of twigs

we bend and break
and hoard our haul

brush from the garden
and broom from the hill

Do they imagine our nest
our herbal brews

with ornithosmorphic
empathies...?

poem copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab

The Fairy Garden Poems # 45

February's Fairy

Come cold
melt

emerge
in metal blades
carving space
time... thought

fairies caught

in the culling

in the balance between
air and there

poem copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab

The Fairy Garden Poems # 44