Good Sir, Shall We Dance?

Good Sir, Shall We Dance?

Good Sir, shall we dance? I said with a glance. In the shade of that age-old tree.   His big strong arms And his genuine charms, Held a power for all comers to see.   His canopy wide, Yet deep roots, he did hide, As we obey the etiquette of ancient court   We swayed […]

Woodpecker

Woodpecker, Woodpecker If you could Would you ever stop pecking wood? I know you as you dip and skim Through the canopy, or along the rim Of clapping trees And dancing leaves. Who provide cover in your clear unease, Of a curious human, with childlike pleasure, Watching from her window, while at her leisure.