you departed
by
the stream
turned
into
a meadow
surrendering
your
fawn
to wobble
on fairy-tale
legs
an empty vessel
shaking
in winter
your fawn
i took
to hold
and fed
his spots
molasses
growing
ravenous
his antlers
a majestic
rack
of finger lakes
melting
the prophetic
snow
feeding
a summer-lake
catharsis
he did
lure
a fair maiden
captivated
by
his berth
with lake
held high
above his head
she plunged
into
his depths
her buoyancy
she did
surrender
the fair maiden
loved
the mighty stag
and he did
return
her love
and his mother
grew for me
flowers
pushed up
through
the warm earth
i picked
them
for the wolf
Monthly Archives: January 2015
fire poised on stone
when the golden sun stands still, on the sarsen stone
it is the daybreak anticipation of the summer solstice
stonehenge’s heel-stone sits patiently on the avenue
balancing on its jagged peak – the closest star to earth
when the golden sun stands still, on the sarsen stone
people rejoice in the alignment of fission-fire & stone
for in their hearts is felt, the rhythm of an earthly home
this is the milestone to mark the light of longest day
when the golden sun stands still, on the sarsen stone