Up on an
Ozark
hillside
I live high
in the tree tops

where green meets the sky

And Earth’s
wayside
anchor
roots
caravan
down
to
flowing
lake
waters

as lavender
light

t r a v e l s … t h r o u g h

on its way

y
a
d
o
t
p
u

And I nestled
among
the
living

w r a p p e d
a r o u n d
m y
s h o u l d e r s

in Maude’s old
p a t . c h
w o . r k
q . u i l t