Hearts of holly
by Barry G Gale
[ poetry - august 08 ]
Hearts of holly,
lips of yew,
hips, gee golly,
they go, too.
Roaring rivers
stir the mind
capture concepts
bold and blind.
Ageless music
drives the soul
creations cyclic
creations whole.
Whatever is,
Whoever does,
first to is
then to was.
