the crone's bones become my own
raven-feather-black as december's midnight
no gradual mutation ... no
it is now
this ancient hourglass impact
a single cello plays somewhere to the west
and
I tremble at the quake of the redbud's leaves
quixotic felted breath of breeze
upon skin freckled & creased
where in furrows hide
upon skin freckled & creased
where in furrows hide
regret, loss & redemption
pale knots of celtic myth & mingle
as prism'd comes the day
brittle the knowledge of sacrifice
buoyant the joy of love
in these crone bones
brittle the knowledge of sacrifice
buoyant the joy of love
in these crone bones
