I am a bronze orb
In glorious sunrises
I breathe blue flames
That brighten cloudy skies
I grow spiny thorns on
Cactus blossom days
I have feathers in the twilight
Like sprays of daisies
I wear skin made of poetry
Wrapped in moonbeams
AND
If my poems dance
Into hearts
And delight
Imaginations
Allow tears
With no expectations
I wrote it for you
Babs Work In Progress 