Feathers Twill and Twine

She,
A spring’s child,
A dove, of vintage white,
Lace and creamy delight,
Flowers braided and twined,
In hair of sand, eyes of olive hills,

He,
A winter’s child,
A falcon, of graceful flight,
Of nightfall and the beginning of dawn,
Feathers twill,
In hair of russet, eyes of black orchid pearls,

In faded light, on dusk and horizon,
Vista and scope,
He watches her glow,
Lit by the warmth of love,
And southern winds blow,
Showered under the teardrops flow,
Above, the red cliffs and hollow logs,
Trees bent and bowed,

We feather the sky, in colours of glorious light,
Of magenta earth,
Of lavender dreams,
Of hushed pinks,
And emerald greens,
In sheets of wistful seams

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