Sky-Blue Jacket

20 04 2013

Twisted willows offer eternal limbs

To the curious climbing boy

In his striped sky-blue coat.

 

From above he blithely reflects

In the water faerie pool

Sharing with the sylvan spirits.

 

Leaning down he frees a pebble

Plop

Sigh

Presence.

 

The ripples flow in perfect expanding holy rings

As the boy so silently watches

Held in the old willow’s arms.