GRACELETS

GRACELETS

Because Gloria needed a new word
for those brief magic shining moments

A word for when the fox was looking over
her shoulder as she sketched in the woods

A word for when the pure white horse
trailing black reins came thundering
past her and a friend on a snow white day

For the sunsets that cover the whole sky
double rainbows when grandmothers die
and a circular rainbow that held you and I

Sheet lightning eating its tail in a circle
Northern lights that start in a point over
your head and shower around you

For the magic of weaving our gracelets when
we meet to remind us of magic in each of
our lives and each other

Because of all this, it is now your word too

Thank you Gloria