R/J
Trees in forest fall
Paper calendars whisper
Winter is dry now
Dry hands, dry eyes, dry earth
a sky as cold and clear as steel
Earth mother dreaming
Weaving living forms from death
Gifts fuel and spark
The fuel had lay in waiting
We encroached, greeted by flame
Flame, fuel, earth exhales…
And castles turn to ashes
To dust we return
J/R
Hawks and highways both
Unfurl themselves to the sun
Absorb the new day
Highways flying overland
Asphalt boundless as feather
Feathered silhouettes
Guide us home, through receding
Snow, and carrion
Home inside these walls, our dreams
Soar with their spirit’s secret…
What is a secret
But a path yet untraveled
Awaiting fresh eyes