After

for dVerse

She holds braids

that once she dreamed

Rapunzel-like would coil to the floor.

The cutting did not hurt.

Who knew

the inside of hair is darker

than without?

Who knew

it takes more than a haircut

to change a face?

And these Rapunzel-braids

will be someone else’s joy.

But in her mind’s mirror

the hair still floats long

and longer.

Refuge

for dVerse

A flower fairy’s home

is walled with twining stems

and roofed with petals yellow

with green leaves at the window

a tiny niche

a place for summer chats

with birds and bees

in singing chirps

and humming buzz

a place to watch stars

from cupped petal’s seat.

And when the soft snow covers

transformed to a mound of white

a place to rest and wait.

Still

for dVerse

The dog is still

tucked into my side

each paw I feel; his nose

those sparks of life

run wild with no guide

but now

he snores.

And I will not disturb

will stay stiller than he.

Thread Magic

for dVerse

Sewing machine whirs

needle bobs

up and down; again.

Pink thread and zig-zag

cat fabric

combined, it’s magic.

Unfold it when done

something fine

that your fingers made.