beneath the trees we scatter stones, crystals sprinkled, quartz, adventurine, jasper, shining on whiteout pavements, hematite and sea stone offered, we’re gifted branches by the Rowan that once gave us an indoor sukkah while I was bedbound in our home, one loosed branch will be my pointer in the time yet to be spun, I’ll…
One droplet in the green; the clear looking glass of eons yet to be seen, and eons of lost past; of has, was and could have been are caught within a glance; a glimmer; a projection, a globe’s circumference in each drop, queendoms, their union and divergence within neurons and electrons of those two coiling…
The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,
Thus, the rider sought the dragon
Iron Scale beneath her bridge
“we need your breath of fire
For life to prevail,”
The rider said.