Originally written: 5/95
Originally posted on "What I Mean Is..."

...third in a series.

Golden Violet portrays herself
upon a field of clover.

The sun sets behind her
as she dances and sings.

Nighttime sweeps in
with the tempo of the breeze.

Golden Violet captures
the grace of living.

In her song and dance,
she celebrates life.

She moves with the wind,
and sings with the stars.

She laughs with the jays,
and weeps with the willows.

She mates with the clouds,
and gives birth to rain.

She drinks with the sea,
and feeds with the air.

She lives and exists,
and she bathes in moonlight.

The sun rises with her,
and she beams with its rays.

The dew caresses her;
as she hums the earth song.

Vibrations of life consume her;
as she moves with liquid grace.

The clarity of the sky
shines brightly in her eyes.

The rain showers her in freshness
as she winks to the heavens.

She dances with the wind,
and bows to the hills.

She floats upon the clover,
and grows with the flowers.

The sun sets yet again behind her
as she whistles in peace.

She treads lightly upon her mother,
and departs to visit the daisies...