For Avalon....

For Avalon

My sweet little bird,

my mermaid song.

Small of size,

iron strong.

Blackberries and bluejays,

gray dew on green grass.

The rainbow glow shadows,

soft light through stained glass.

The strength of a sparrow,

in January's cold.

Tall September sunflowers,

swaying ochre and gold.

My happy thought, 

as I drive home to you.

Something silly you said,

a picture you drew.

You're the warm light of October,

flashing through tall pines,

The way the sea sparkles,

when Summer sun shines.

You're the smell of wood smoke,

and bright, brisk, blue air.

A basket of apples.

A juicy green pear.

You're a doe in the morning,

standing mighty, eyes soft.

The calm fall of a feather,

that the wind held aloft.

Raindrops on blush petals,

like silver filigree.

The wind in your hair.

The wind in the trees.

You're the knowing that comes,

from a battle that's won.

When it's easy to let go,

you're the hold on.

You're a Christmas morning,

the rush downstairs.

The warm embrace,

of an old teddy bear.

My Avalon angel-wing,

clementine-sweet.

Easter baskets and trick-or-treat.

You're the shine in the smile,

the squeeze in the hug,

My daisy-chain princess.

My little ladybug.