Thursday, June 14, 2012

Sweet Things

Fox sleeps
Under a whipped cream moon
Dabbed into the sky
By the baker Goddess.

Fox curls
In her deep blue bed
With her kit's heart beating
Soft against her side.

Red fox, white fox,
Mad fox, mine,
As you dream, I'll whisper sweet things
Thirteen times.
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12 comments:

Sioux said...

I've only seen one fox--in the wild--in my lifetime, and it was a magical moment.

As usual, Shay, you kick ass...

HermanTurnip said...

The last stanza made me smile. Thanks! :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is so lovely that now I want a fox!

cloudia charters said...

very sweet - like the secret you




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hedgewitch said...

Perfect title for this one. Sweet, and not in that nasty artificially sweetened way. Sometimes the short poems say the most.

my heart's love songs said...

i worship at your keyboard, as i worship the baker Goddess' spatula!

very sweet!

enjoyed the song, too!

Daryl Edelstein said...

i am skipping rope (here we call it jump rope) and singing this

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is like a delicious little secret kept close to the heart. I adore the picture of the curly fox.

Lynn said...

I'm all wanting those cupcakes now.

Joanna Jenkins said...

"Under a whipped cream moon".... I like that very much.

Glad your shoulder is better.

xo jj

Mama Zen said...

"Under a whipped cream moon." How do you come up with imagery like that? Wow!

Susie Clevenger said...

So beautiful.makes me what to go to that sweet dream