She sculpts

She taps the sheets of night 

                              till the copper moon gleams;

She enamels the stars 
                                        into kettle brightness;

She spins her wheel to lacquer 
                                            the winking gravel;

She blows the stream into glass
                                   where the salmon skate;

She waterfalls the chords 
                                          the water lilies sing;
She wings swallows
                                  with bronze exuberance;

She petals her table-shadows 
                                       with flower-bud light;

She cools white wine in the wood 
                                        that loves the ocean;

She hand-sculpts a space for love
                                           in forever’s dawn.