
She is a scavenger bird
wings beating
against her invisible cage
surviving
on scraps
© 2015 Mother Wintermoon
She is a scavenger bird
wings beating
against her invisible cage
surviving
on scraps
© 2015 Mother Wintermoon
Fall winds tangle in her hair
she heads out
leaving the unwelcoming town
to its parched
scowls of dust
crossing the fussy creek
stumbling on the rocky path
dodging the rusty barbed wire fence
side-stepping fallen tree limbs
ignoring the
the woody shrubs
taunting her
with their barbs
when a runaway dog
decides
to join her
she knows things
are looking up
©️Mother Wintermoon
Believe you can fly
a voice whispered in my ear
was it just a dream?
© 2005 Mother Wintermoon
Brittle, autumn leaves
remind me of human hearts
so easily crushed
© 2005 Mother Wintermoon
You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.Richard Brostoff
Into the chasm
her words tumbled soundlessly
quietly unheard
©️ 2016 Mother Wintermoon
My soul is leasing
the body i inhabit,
exorbitant price
© 2005 Mother Wintermoon