29 Apr 2006
Song for Walburga

Tulips twirling twixt tiny tendrils
spider spun sunlit swirls,
feathers following fragrant flowers.
Glowing Goddess gliding golden green,
wild Walburga, wend where we wait!

Queen quoting Quixotic quotients,
divinely dividing, devouring death,
living life, loading living.
Merry May means much more
when wild Walburga wends where we wait.

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