Fox Gloves

Fox Gloves

Go to the meadow in the morning

And see fox gloves dancing

 on a hot breezy day in August.

Fox gloves will

Cling to your memory it seems

 And live forever in your dreams

Of red foxes wearing

White fox gloves.

--Barbara Spring

I Will Stay

Bats spiral on slip streams

Slick spotted silver salmon leap cascades

 Monarch butterflies orange and black

 Fly south along the blue lakeshore

 Brave hummingbirds leave the north.

 Red and gold leaves swirl in airstreams

 Catch in the fur of a brown bear

The hair of red foxes

 And in my shaggy white hair.

 Migrations flow by but I will stay right here

 With the foxes and bears.