Storyteller

She hasn't eaten many ice cream cones today.
She usually eats two, maybe three, a day,
and has a dog for a son who loves her.

She is always awake. If you catch her asleep
it's the middle of the day. And she
takes an hour to get ready in the morning.

I've rarely seen her among snow and leaves,
yet I've met her often among quilted clouds.
She wears clothes brighter than paint.

You've never seen the flowers like the flowers
that follow her wherever she goes.
For someone who hardly sleeps and eat
she sure knows how to tend to a garden.

She'll tell you the truth in a different language
and then smile in a kind of way that makes you
want to believe that there may just be people in
this world that make you want to go sky-diving.