Leaves of sunlight
Recall
The snows,
The kestrel’s clear
Crystal
Eye
Watches
Watches
Intent,
Upon
The dark
Fairy
Of fear,
Of the illuminated lie,
Who holds the sooted
Mirror of
Bitter curses,
Who corrupts the world,
And fragments the tides
Of the storm-curled sea.
Soon,
On a wind-worn winter
Day,
The kestrel
Will
Unloose
And free
The spark,
Held pent
Up in the degradations
Of eons
Firegleams
To wing their way
Back to the ancient
Sky
Of rainbows
Where,
Before all
Things began, the gray goose,
Mother of the moon,
Walked with the dawn-footed
Deer
And the great
Bear
Along the mist-bright
Riverbank of dreams.
Watching ever,
The kestrel bides
Many
A time, in wait
In the silent
Sunlit
Silver snows
That fall
And fall.
Written around 2003
Photo: sannse / Wikimedia Commons / This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license. / A male Common Kestrel in England.