My sister was born a rayof sunshineon an October daynear Halloweencovered in fair skinfrom my mother’s sideand blonde hairfrom…
You with your bright daisy faceTell me where did you get such grace?And in the dark do you close up tight As if to keep out the night?
Morning Sun awaited for the child’s birth
Rejoicing the warmth, petals
So maybe if we draw daisies on our wrists,
& lilies up our arms,
Cool spring airMoon fades westBirds freely soarEast morning glowPale blue sky.