Way up high in the
Northwest sky
Sparkles a pot
In Perfect Disposition
She dances to soothing
Cricket songs
While swirling and twirling
To fill a Mason Jar with
Aura and distant aromas of
Applewood, hickory and oak
She dances while steaming
Columbines reap
While skipping and leaping
To grab
A pinch, a dash and
Possibly a splash of
Love
She dances through
Darkness of
Past stolen summers
Embracing nuisances and
Reflections with
Grace
In perfect disposition
Sparkles a pot
Way up high
in the Northwest sky
Where,
She dances
Wisdom of the Natural Kind 