Who put the draping in the drapes?
In a scarf, around the neck,
Rippling foothills swing.
Mt. Golden Ears grows by the inch
Glen Valley forms in centimetres
Each is made and more each day
By thrown bed covers
Forests rise from soft tendrils
Of a loose weave and
Truffula trees scatter about.
Versed contour farming lays
Furrowed cords in
Undulation escapes perception
Without tonal traces to show curves.
“what do the shapes of the shadows
Say about the light of day?”.