Another Cup of Hormones, Please

With orange leaves that drifted
And float the mirroring stream
The sun still radiantly blesses
Honoring the toll she's taken

A spirit, arms uplifted
Amidst the wind's howling scream
That blows away her crowns and dresses
You can feel her soul awaken.
--February 19, 2000

Posted by Florence on Thursday, June 15, 2006 at 1:48 AM | Permalink