Early she arrives, colorless as sin
Preserving this world from the other
Her heavy paleness holding all that is within
The weak rays of a lost sun her breath does smother.

Her subservients wake with her dew on their tongue
They stir in her cool, moist mist
For dim morning has come and the treetops her grip has already wrung
The pale green leaves glisten with diamonds blessed by her kiss.

The land succumbs to her
as she pours over at her will
Every witness becomes a kindred soul, unable to escape her lure
Slowly the incursion ends and time stands still.

Morning breaks and day brings a stronger sun
The mountains wash off her gown of gray
She withdraws from the forest, meeting in mid, becoming one
and there she rests, surveying all that she holds at bay.

Awesomely subtle, becomes she
Floating serenely, a blanket of wonton dreams
Total sovereignty, she grants her own right to be
Her namesake wears her well, too, it seems.

But the Lady of the Land’s performance has yet to end
The bright star lowers to set its stare upon her
She embraces the light and a spectra she does send
The eyes and mind alone can only hope to comprehend.

Beauty is a word unworthy, common and hollow
for the spectacle of her sensuous show
A violet, purple spread of light will leave the breath shallow
as she fights to keep her flushed and fluid color low.

Her lover drops below her curtain
And she is allowed her freedom again
That she is supreme mistress is certain
Thin and misty as she may be, her demands are hailed
and the forest must give in.

06/28/2006

Posted on 06/28/2006
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