Rooted

Plant me high on craggy peaks
Till roots curl round
Unshaven
Rocks. Feel rough-hewn skin in
My embrace.
Let keening wind on storm-blasted
Days be my
Symphony.
Let me conduct with gnarled
Arms
Cradling butterfly notes for an
Instant, then whispering sad
Adieu lest magic dust on fleeting
Wings die in fond
Embrace. Fill my eyes with
Twinkling
Water
With foam and sparks as
Stars in a mountain
Night. Let me waltz with the
 Wind
As a swirling leaf in
Crinkle Pumpkin Time.
Draw me in sepia or deep
Ocean
Smiles. But plant me
High in my
Mountain dreams.

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