Equinox fall

I lie on my equinox, split night and day, stare the stars away, retreat from my sun’s warmth, shrivel from his kisses; fear we’ll kill the owl, we’ve clipped my peregrine wings, that I’m naught but a carrion crow. I…

Said the Forest to the Fox

The fox-who-was-a-boy fled the wilderness into the wood, where forgetting has no place, into the wood that remembers every facet of the world, where all of history and knowledge flourish, where every tree tells a story made of words solid…