Surrender Dorothy Poem by Dawn Novus

Oh but nothing looks like it use to

It does not look at all like before

Colours are light fingertips over brail

Gregorian chants taste like a hot meal on a winters night

The distinct aroma of sage butter looks a lot like velvetgrass

Oh but I am not complaining

Variety and spice make for life

Unlocked my jeweled box

Only to find the baubles inside

Were no longer diamonds and pearls

Instead.. laughter, family, words spoken in love

And the box lifted with wings of a dove

Lightened from its material load

Oh how delighted my jumbled senses

Oh what a beauteous truth be told