Hazelhurst
I spied beauty at hazelhurst–
of flame-colored arbors.
Where moonlight flutters and sunrise bursts,
like ornate sails in autumn harbors.
I spied dreamers at lazybrook
weaving songs of fire.
Where memories fill the picture books
and elder glens retire.
Thunderbird comes...
of flame-colored arbors.
Where moonlight flutters and sunrise bursts,
like ornate sails in autumn harbors.
I spied dreamers at lazybrook
weaving songs of fire.
Where memories fill the picture books
and elder glens retire.
Thunderbird comes...