She Is
She is a whisper,
A vibration in the air.
Reach out to touch her,
And the feeling disappears.
She is a flower,
Rooted in the soil,
Exposed to the rain showers,
To the workman's blunt tool.
She is a hurricane,
Terrifying with forced spin,
Ripping out window panes,
To feel the briefest win.
She is a waterfall,
Enchanting with sparkly lamps,
Over time to erode it all,
Washing the bits on the banks.
She is a ballad,
Paced to the rhythm insane,
Pity the coward,
Woe to the warrior the same.
She is a woman,
Opinion of self so high,
Believing to be the master,
But equal in my eye.
Rowan Blair Colver
She is a whisper,
A vibration in the air.
Reach out to touch her,
And the feeling disappears.
She is a flower,
Rooted in the soil,
Exposed to the rain showers,
To the workman's blunt tool.
She is a hurricane,
Terrifying with forced spin,
Ripping out window panes,
To feel the briefest win.
She is a waterfall,
Enchanting with sparkly lamps,
Over time to erode it all,
Washing the bits on the banks.
She is a ballad,
Paced to the rhythm insane,
Pity the coward,
Woe to the warrior the same.
She is a woman,
Opinion of self so high,
Believing to be the master,
But equal in my eye.
Rowan Blair Colver
