Listen….

Evening opens then falls

soft as rosebushes

into the scent of dawn

where everything gleams

like seed of pearl

once hidden,

found now by divers

on her silken skin

while she quietly sleeps,

like stars at midnight

and winds of tomorrow

rustling oak leaves,

burdock and sage,

she longs for mystery

for holding, safety

and leaping,

yes, she shimmers

she glistens,

pleases

displaces,

all the while teaching

remember to rest
into listening….