Say fragile, softly on my ear;
With care and lovely delicacy
A glimpse of Robin’s egg blue
Nested in the fine and discarded
Twigs, grasses, bits of trash
Formed into a womb under
The eave or leafy branch

Hear fragile gently from lips
In kindness and due regard
The thought of blown glass
Twirling patterns of light
Dangling as ornaments
Snowflakes and stars
Amongst the boughs of fir

Feel fragile gracefully placed
Through the airy light waves
A memory of a feather’s touch
Light graze upon the skin
Gliding into almost tickles
Chills and holding a breath
Under night’s downy cover

Know fragile, moving in firm belief
A house of cards deck upon deck
The spiders web touched in
Morning’s dew stretched taut
The heart waiting for her love’s return
Will not break when irreverent
Only disregard he shows