in a kiss
filling this lantern night, is
what the deer and I wear to dance.
of sea blue
for all my nights, indigo
dark, where drowning was dancing without any moon
made a sweeter
shine, made me a dancer
a fiddler, fawn's flower, a flyer, a dream.
A string of Fibonaccis for real toads
Margaret's 'Stillness, Silence, Solitude' Challenge and the Weekend Mini-Challenge on the terribly addictive Fibonacci form
Image: Ralph Albert Blakelock (1847-1919) "Solitude" (detail)