when the wind
blows
the spanish moss
catching my muse
the soft harmonics
of bamboo wind chimes
cowboy poet
rides the range
of madam Pele
overlooking the shores
of white water foam
the rose knows
the subtleties of dusk
a touch of mist
as the sun sets
her petals glow
her hands move
gently
raindrops
through golden sunlight
bridging a rainbow
dance of the old ones
