Wings Fall

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.

Here I Am, Let Be

The Sky falls to meet the Sea
Absence causes the other’s pain
Yet here I am, let be.
 
Both frolick as the free
A sacred rite for fierce rain.
The Sky falls to meet the Sea.
 
Dangerous, I wish to flee
For the Wind is not restrained
Yet here I am, let be.
 
The whipping Sea seems carefree
Despite the storm it calls, arcane.
The Sky falls to meet the Sea.
 
Dark clouds form, preparing debris
Lightning fills the mundane
Yet here I am, let be.
 
It disappears behind my eyes
Banished from my own domain.
The Sky falls to meet the Sea
And here I am, let be.

Winter’s Come

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.