Days Are Born

The winds blow
pushing visions of the blue bird
past raindrops and darkened clouds
into a valley of golden sun  
where rainbows dance in her dulcet eyes
where worries up and wander away

the wind blows and days are born
clearing out the old preparing for the new
a mixing of the molten earth
into an unmade bed of fertile ground

morning mist fills the meadow
dew drips off the steadfast pine
beauty overcomes me    
I hold her sight ever gently in my arms

my care is unbound but here I stand
with the wind and in the rain
thru the dark and with the pain
not tethered but tied
to the boughs swaying
ever softly in your heart