Where now the dark-circling
Wolves? Where the half-haunting
Moon? Where the swift paws running?
Where now the mists
That rose above the lake
In the early spring?
Are the spirits all flown to that far country
Beyond the black hills of night
The hills of indigo?
Where butterflies flicker
In bright mythic
Where the great raven
Smiles in her cosmic
And ruffles her feathers in the cool air
Scattering stars across the open sea below?
Written around 2009
© Sharon St Joan
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