UNICORN RISING
grazing on green violets in spring
we hear with gentle hearts
the soft sounds
of new music
from green gold reeds
as the sun warms a new Dayrose
on slender vines
strong enough to weave new clothes
for the Emperor
born from the breath of the Unicorn.
--Barbara Smith Stoff
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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