A laden elfe grows

A laden elfe grows
And glows in pouring rain
She is wrapped in paper basket

ribbons of coiled and meandering floor
Of earth in mistle and poor white fur
To see her crow leaf tap  a Juniper wing
And Call in dream for a coat of dream

Since the dawn sows a pastel flue
With wind,  a pale and awestruck hue
Coal the grey,  winter the fox a frozen paw
I saw, I saw an iced damn hollering blue

she is safe, Topsoil on topsoil
she is safe from the cold
Passed out
in  soft ohms of Jesus’ ladle palm.