Friday, March 18, 2016

From a new collection, "The Winged Deer"

Dream of a Winged Deer

You are the winged
part of myself
heart wings
in the woods
nestled in magic
trees. Fly me.
I fly somewhere
inside when I
alight in deep green
covered in
conversation of
a tree kind,
a crunchy
forest floor sort.
I must be there,
I must be you.
I must be
covered with forest.
With these wings
I heal.