At the water's edge...

Tin clan clacks like a tambourine

I hear the sounds in every footstep

The click of her boots
The sway of her dress 
and the swoosh of her hair


The breath of the breeze kisses the trees
They rustle from the tickle

Step by step down the 

Staircase

     That never ends

And the songs that keep playing-

Icicles melt

Slow and steady drips

Pat her eardrums lightly

Where do sounds come from? 
She can never find their direction-

Behind or side to side

Circles of listening
Round and round

Tulip open your petals and let me smell you.

Move wide into daylight curiosity

And let the darkness of the night bring you back to shelter

     Hide inside

Let's sit and listen.

To our steps moving through time.

I am following the steam.

Along the water's edge the flowers grow-

Nature takes her time