steampunk heart

today at the shapeshifter cafe

today at the shapeshifter cafe

cold winter gave forth cats

and dead brown leaves of ivy

dripped honey balm

for the restoring of lost souls


spiders glad to be loved

danced finespun vials

for sweet elixirs of birdsong


prelude : winter solstice

solstice prelude you said

of the last dark days


a song I thought


but I can’t read the music written

on these cold bones of winter


char grey stump once tree

dank mud birdfoot glyph

windstripped ash