\: / Row Of Trees Poem by Mari Martin

Graceful dancers
your fingers hold stories,
softly spoken secrets,
whispers of love
echoes from the hills,
laughter,
tears.

I lay on your blanket
my lashes laden with hues.
Dreams in color bright
sway with wind
as my eyes behold
the magical movement
perfectly in time
with the melody
in my mind.

Waves of color
flowing gracefully.
Love's blazen red
painted with the designs of life,
images of hope
the green of newness,
memories of sadness
the color of the earth,
a tapestry
woven with desire's
threads of gold.

The sky is your partner
leading the dance
like shadow and light,
like moon and sun,
lovers embracing
moving as one.

I watch in wonder
as my eyes behold
grace in motion.
Here in the Fall of seasons,
I watch your fingers
telling stories,
remembering Spring,
feeling the passion of Summer.
Oh, glorious row of trees
you are perfection
dancing in the ballroom
of God's house.