Night Music
We lose our way
In the honey
Of the forest's blue clay
As fireflies spark deer
In the clearing.
Who are we following hornets
To their nests
Flirting with doves?
We lose our way
In the honey
Of the forests blue clay
Rubbing funeral oil on crows
As the winds of misfortune
Thunder with love.
Kira's Song
These are the winds
That carry us stargazing with owls in the forest.
These are the winds that carry us through
The dark, the light
The everyday care
Calling down the spirit-fires
Through cadmium clouds.
These are the winds that sanctify
Our blessing and songs
Daughter of salt and pines,
These are the winds
That carry us through
The hard stories,
The roosting of crows,
The hoop of rain and flowers
Your black-tourmaline
Earth luminosity
Shines through
Your compassionate heart
Calling you to me
Calling me to you
Daughter
Lost
Children in lost worlds
Rake shards in orphan winds.
The one-eyed crow in Gaza
Screes the war-torn land
As the moon breaks open.
______________________________
Terry Hauptman
Shattered
North Star Press of St. Cloud Inc.
2025
