Thursday, February 12, 2009




little nova came with
stars in her hair
she was looking at me
with her stained glass eyes,
so I gazed at her and said
"we are intrepid, we carry on"
she smiled at me,
then flew up up up
the trees rustling
to show her the way
singing
"we are a trumpet,
we blow horns!"

i don't think she understood


INDIGO

3 comments:

maisie #1 and #2 said...

lovely.

sophiejade said...

oh that dreamy little house! i wonder what lucky person gets to live there...

McCall said...

I finally posted one of your poems to my blog. I talked to you about it earlier, remember?:) hope you like the post i did.