over river rocks in a week-long dream;
the rosewood resonance still there come the daylight hour
with walnut splines for the curve of that fine aural wheel.
Music box church bells
in the snow-brush fingers of your gloves at sunset fall
with quilted maple and the movement gone melodious
was religion enough, and that's enough...my love...that's all.
for Tree Sisters.
Thank you to The Wood Whisperer for information about making a music box.