Dorothea Barth Musician and WriterElegant Violin Music for your Wedding or Special EventCeltic Sheet Music Arrangements
Original CompositionsPoetry and Prose

by Dorothea Barth ©2013

Amidst primary reds and whites and blues  
Where cannons roar, displaced coyotes cry 
We praise the joyful purple, orange, green 
Whose fragrance flirts with every passerby

Not quite complete the morning when we miss
These paths that change with wind and sun and dew
Each day new colors to unveil and spark
The sweetened skies awash in fresh-born blue

Our friends the dabbling ducks would miss our rounds
The squirrels' day would surely be askew
The weasels wonder where we might have gone
Were I to cease my wandering here with you

A misty decade spoke of earthly heaven
Reminds us now to savor sixty-seven