Dance Me Soft and Tall

A floating strain of music

Plucked gently at my feet 

And moving I could feel it

In my spirit find a seat

Lofty and melodic

It shuddered through my bone

Living in my veins until

It's purpose became known

To animate my body

Seize it like a doll

Electrify my soul until

I'm dancing soft and tall

The first time I could feel it

Enchanted in it's thrall

Loud and free I sang to you

Dance me soft and tall

Brief it stayed, then fled me

Content to break the wall

The spark expired and left me tired

Standing soft and tall

Froggy

                                              A frog Autumn found a few days ago.

Trillium's New Calf

Trillium calved! A little black girl named Azealia.
Zia for short.

Poem

If heavy reigns are lightly seized

When foolishness is often pleased

Where calloused hands have found and squeezed

There Sorrow goes, a plague unleashed.

If work and toil are always eased

When idle wants are swift appeased

Where honest men are mocked and teased

Then Sorrow comes, dark flood released. 

If noble walls have been besieged 

When tyrants rule with minds diseased

Where brokenness has been bequeathed 

Here Sorrow stays, and lives, and breeds. 

Self Portrait

You'll Never Know, I'll Never Tell

                                                              If you do not know

                                                              From the very first

                                                               If you cannot see

                                                          Whence comes my thirst

                                               Then to you I'll ever wear thickening shell

                                                      You'll never know, I'll never tell. 

                                                              I'm an open book

                                                            But you cannot read

                                                               I walk my way

                                                             And pay no heed

                                               To game, or knave, or beckoning spell

                                                   You'll never know, I'll never tell. 

                                                           You cannot see me

                                                      Though I stand unadorned

                                                       They long since gave up

                                                         Worshiped or scorned

                                                  What am I truly? Harmless or fell,

                                                     You'll never know. I'll never tell. 

Parkour

A short sequence I was working on during open gym. I actually got the lache without the extra swing a little later.