You are wrapped in clouds
Wearing a face mask
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled
You reel in fishbones & blues
While reading palms of dreamers
I pen my canvas
with the last of summer warmth
My feet on fallen crab apples
Caterpillared by sudden rain
Clowning happiest with sounds of your laughter
Line: Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Clowning around, by Lisa Fox. Thanks for your comments and visits.
