The Wilderness--
At the turning of autumn to winter
I walk the roads of mist and starlight
in the tall shadows
where the oaks have not yet shed their last russet leaves
The wild twin lurks
in the rattling hedgerows
eyes bright and mischievous,
chin dripping with berries
And once she finds me,
she's everywhere -
In the rustling of leaves as they fall from the branches
and settle like boats on the still-mirrored puddles
She is the pale grey sky and the black crows smudged across it,
the eventide hush and the dark, holy night
She is the song of the forest as it sinks into slumber,
the earth-churning worms as they moil in the soil
and the underground webs of mysterious funghi
and the speak of the trees through the underground webs
She is the dark, quiet figure where three roads converge
and the breath of the embers in still, dying light
and she has things to tell me, if only I'd listen -
she would take my hand and carry me
away into the mysteries,
Of the night...
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Note: the concept of the wild is borrowed from Martin Shaw's wonderful book on the subject, 'Courting the Wild Twin'.
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