Wild Inspiration

Like an April grape on a winter flight

Wild inspiration climbs the night

Rising through her tangled design

Growing for spring's one drop of wine

As the white cloud races the tempest

Wild inspiration finds the nest

Where the wild rain is put to rest

And joy is born of the harvest

Like the stone that speaks of solid ground

Wild inspiration is heaven bound

As the truth that speaks to the core of the bone

This is the crown she nears to own

Winding as the spiral wind

Wild inspiration follows the flames of her kin

As the binding between above and below

Wild inspiration pines in the forest of the shadows.

~SodaShoes