whippets and garrets
turrets towering high
promenade around me
circling to no end
fabric torn and tangled
gnarled branches reach for me
gesturing coyly aloof
friendship or fickle
dismount from zephyr's ride
earthy loam cushions
the scent, the taste, the feel
this sweet pasture
inventory taken
all elements sound
to rest, to sleep
solar gleam warms
In a dream I am smiling