Long, thin arms swaying in the breeze with phantom ease,
Pointe shoes fixed in the rhythm of the timeless earth,
The wrinkled texture of her skin inspires, fancies
Like faeries dancing inside snowflakes bearing mirth.
Her soul’s near boundless vision has earned senescence.
Fate has played her game and to the earth she has stayed.
Humility maintains amorous innocence.
Protection for her was prayed; notes of serenade...
At her core, men and women have fallen to rest
beneath her shade, perhaps never again to wake;
induced by nature, alpha and omega nest
of dust are born, and to dust return--mortal ache.
And still she stands in knowledge and beauty divine,
where plants bow down and flowers embrace and entwine.
Untitled 18x24
Mixed Media on Canvas
www.valeriedowdy.com
$400
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