Big Red Ball, originally uploaded by twoblueday. Ixora.
If I left the window open I believe they could come in
The spirits of the meadow, the spirits of the fen
I believe Water Isis, out drifting on the wind,
Could waft above the painted sill
I believe she could come in.
I believe they’d share my lunchtime
And help me take a nap.
And sleep with me in gentle day
And rest while curtains flap.
If I left the window open I believe I could drift out
To the shady forest glen when blue-eyed Mary’s out.
I believe that I could pick some and not be stung by bees.
I could put them by the window
I believe they’d like the breeze.
[Note: for those unfamiliar with it, the blue-eyed mary is a beautiful blue and white wildflower that grows, in my experience in well-watered shady forest floors, wonderful aroma, my memory says like Old Spice, bees love it]
