tender tendrils green shoots...

the cold wind blows gently
stirring deep from the deep
quietly dreams awakened
songs ring from within sleep

rest well my sweet friend
gently i let you go
sweet waft in your wake
oh how you taught me to grow

and with hope i look
toward horizon's sun

 twinkling sphere smiles warm

colorful spirit spun...

anew from tear soaked soul

springs stalwart coils of root

beatific rises fresh life
tender tendrils  green shoots

thus speaks sky woman
listen closely, she is wise
embrace pain lost
and move forward open eyes...