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DROUPADI



In the brookwood twas the fall.

Trees thought only of the ball.

Maple donned a pinkling twinkling.

Oak her scarlet acorn rings.



Woven cloth of crystalled sunlight

did the birch and beech slip into

Purple sari'd swayed the locust

Crimson robed the lark-ed larch.



Flame orange fire was the peach

Hickory a light shaft torch

Soft limelight the mulberry

Emerald elm men's hearts did scorch



All their gold themselves to gild

None with evergreen did share

But she had no sorrow

But she shed no tears.



Shimmered all in ecstasy

Diamond dewdrops in their hair

Autumn orb through leafy stained glass

rainbow sunbeam palaces made



Evergreen did not notice

Squirrels nested in her bodice

Birds were swaddled in her boughs

Oer her now a rose moon rose.



Wintergreen winds blew their trumpets

Frost the puritan heralded they

Seized he garments of the dance.

Left all leafless in the rain.



December's eve came to the forest

and the children from the town

garlanded lil firtree gaily

In their hearts was she crowned.



Wherere you see the forest light

in a sequined velvet night

it is she all crystal candled

sign to all who pass her by



art's erratic  love's forever

Loving Spirit never dies.



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to our mother



Droupadi: In the Mahabharata is the

story of Yudhisthira's wife Droupadi.

A thug tried to disrobe her, but

Krishna caused her sari to be

almost endless, until the thug

gave up.



It is writer's humble prayer

that people will purchase

artificial trees or decorate

living trees outside.





EVE RISING



Was it when Adam fell

or Eve fell

that

Eden fell

on a summer's eve?



Who knows?

but this we can tell

..

the bright moon

is on the horizon

and her

goddess Eve is Rising!!!