Tammie's brief to the day was 'Gossamer'
Like cobwebs of the mind the branches cross
and mingle
spangled with golden pearls of thought
drawing forth nebulous dreaming . . .
Linking to Tammie's
The Earth is my mother, the World my home, where e're I go delights await me.


ripples caress
her soul and heart
her smile beguiling
dancing over rock
and craggy waterfall
*
she lies there dreaming
of times past
and yet to be,
willow fronds
stroking her streaming hair,
of pilgrim's weary feet refreshed
small creatures drinking
at her bounteous breast
she lingers dreaming
gleaming with sunlight
lending glory to her hair
*
the casual passer by
but sees green slime
and turns away
yet those with open hearts
stay smiling
wrapped in reverie.
