silver notes ring bright-
have you ever heard
essence of moonlight
encapsulated on flying strings
my feet leave imprints
on the snow: like ash
a trail of feathers, echoes
a little bird froze tonight
under the light of the fire
i scrape at a stone
leaves my fingers sticky
with jade dust
hold it up to the flames
gleams like amber
but colder, a dragonfly
the forgotten line
shattered perfect cylinder
a last rhyme
these nights it feels heavy
black carbon: the stern bow
remnants of decayed wood
stretch the yellowing hair
tighter, tighter
scrub at it with frozen amber
until it glows white
as the frost, until it shines
pretend it is not aging
pretend it is still new
my twisted reflection
glares back up at me
baleful eyes, cold hands
strands snap like sinew
moonlight spills across
scarred hands, carries
the scent of rowan
from a summer day.