Cursive in Poetry

When the soul speaks in cursive
And the mind in poetry
And words entwining
Like ivy climbing the trees
Embrace of bramble,
Thornbush of thoughts
And images flow
In the bold letters of winter souls.

Be brave, my horse of metaphors,
One more fence of meaning to clear
In the morning prayer of birds
To drink from cobweb pearls
Of wordless wisdom
The meaning of acorns
The silent alphabet of trees.