SultanaShe's sultry as an August day
a gold sultana, sweet and dry.
All the foxes leap and snap
to catch her in their little jaws.
She has eyes as green as vines
entwined in tendrils by her hair.
From graceful limbs, her fingers branch
in slender sprays of swaying twigs.
Out of a gently curving mouth
her fluid tongue flows tart as wine,
so all the foxes follow her
to catch her falling drops of words.Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com
