Gypsy Family Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Conversation of the blithe fields
Painted rocks where ancestry cried
Free men of the stalwart iron wind
Blood branches like arrowhead agates

Safety can be the prisoner of fear
Sonorous bluebird sings to the goldfinch
Red crucible paints heavenly dancers
Grain so brilliant like sleeping sunlight
Wisdom is a granite poem
Dying fires turn to weeping snow
We grow with each goodbye
Iconic death leaves us all searching
Chimes like the crickets of timeless fall

Voices of the sea tarry in the villages
Candles of a Welsh poet
Octaves reach the bridges of London
Elves will never leave the singing forest
Visit the quiet places
Hear the tidings of the wind
Sit by the timeless rivers
Replenish your soul with the joy of friends
Doors open to every seeker
You think you're alone
You think you're forsaken
Come and join the forever circle

The gypsy family always grows