Osha Springs
III
if you listen in the emerald morn'
damp from dew & rain
you hear mice padding
thru the lush carpeted woods
carrying baskets of apple-pancakes
back to their cozy burrows
if you listen past
the rustle of rodents,
hold your breath just a moment
you hear the chuckling of elves
as they harvest the bushels
of brite orange-caps,
hear their soft working songs
can I touch your hair of fire?
may I whisper in your vulcan ear?
when did you make this your kingdom
& forest green your cloths?
I'm mesmerized by your feline eyes
your cools hands in mine
mist-minted breath enchanting tunes
- your laughter chimes forever....
Copyright 1986, edited 2006 njTare
