Feathered wings beat the sky beneath
Rising higher and higher.
She smiled at the sun, its welcome warmth
And soared through the clouds.
Her hand reached for the softness of the blue sea
Yet grasped nothing within her palm.
Her red curls danced on her ivory shoulders
Now in the darkness above the clouds.
The stars shimmered, pure joy
And she breathed deep of the night.
Time passed slow as a blink
And she let herself plummet to the ground.
She sunk as if she were a rock dropped
And she savoured every moment of the fall.
Red rises in the light of a waning sun.
Dusk conquers the sky, silent and proud,
Before Lady Moon rides her darkness
And claims her throne once more.
From the ground, forests watch the game
Repeated nightly, predictable,
Before turning their eyes inward.
The ground covering their twining roots
Is warmed by bloodied leaves
Dropped from the skyward limbs.
Night’s Queen bids forth the cold
And sends the westward wind howling in the eerie calm.
Fall drifts away, hand in hand with Father Time,
And passes Winter, serene under a clock of frost.
The forests shiver with the change,
Watch drying leaves, rust, crumple, disintegrate.
Dawn sounds the trumpet charge,
Ahead of Lord Sun on his sea of blue,
And chases Lady Moon past the horizon once more.
The trees turn their eyes inward, closing them tight,
Its time to slumber, despite warming rays of light.