(Fragile Thread- my digital music composition)
A cool, gentle breeze,
she moves through the shop’s open door-
flowers and plants stir from slumber
and garden fairies stretch their wings.
Harriet works her magic too
as trails of leaves lay
in scattered, windswept piles…
a testament to her care and art.
No wild tempest, our Harry is
a disciplined, refreshing force of Nature,
inspiring and transparent as air
breezing through the flower shop.
March 18, 2012
May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley