Poetry and Writes

Twixting Months (POEM)

from summer to winter, light to dark
sunshine beaming through the leaves, rainfall rusting mountainsides
rainfall rusting mountain's sighs
mist wrapping its stars round and round
a scarf of the coming night, a diadem from the lady moon--
the lady moon, living in her cradle of shining leaves, bowing atop the waterfalls of air, in the land of dusky talons, held forever by a night waning day
a child lost in the woods, whittling a star to ivory, singing and fishing from a silken dock
turning the tides and woes of the earth, sinking unto the joys of the earth, the cold hard suffocation of rainbow leaves, melting foliage tied to the shoots by chains
chains chains chains
orcas of the air, swimming throughout the treetops, the lady of the moon's connoisseurs. 

NOTE: Back to nonsense again? Oh, dear.

--KingfisherBirdLady