Three Winds

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

You arrived in three winds
with knees of leaves and dust.
We recorded every moon while waiting
for one brief moment with your rotting pumpkin flesh,
one more spicy cinnamon kiss laced with
your cool October breath,
holy and so sweet.

Too many clouds have rolled over but now
the geese fly wildly into you, welcoming you,
your eyes thunder-coloured,
your body dark and mossy,
your skin crawling with lichen over the wet bark,
your heart a shivering fawn in the weak light.

I knew you were near.
Here are the footprints:
woodsmoke, ice, rivers full of rain.

This year, I will burn the bones.
This year, I will wander into you, far enough to be lost.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Concience
by: Amy Kazda
from: Hazleton, PA, US

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