She walked.

Strewing seed

–she grew birds.

Tending thought

–she sowed peace.

Fencing cars

–she foiled order.

Planting rows

–she discovered path.

Cutting cord

–dream branched.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: