steampunk heart
Songs and Spells

prelude : winter solstice

a 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 blacktipped


ciphers of silence

abandoned by tides of salt and time


far out where sea meets sky

a sliver of silver light beckons

the embossed edge of an invitation to hope

the promise of return


and the sweet drift of joy in a singing world

image by courtesy of Zane