Snowy owl materialized from the moon’s placid
reflection, rising to the towering trees on wings slowly saturating in the hue
of night.
Lost to her naked eye, she stood still, eyes
shrouded in the dark of the forest, as if already shut and falling into a deep
slumber.
She walked to a clearing, where standing in
tall grasses and wildflowers, the cyano-moonglow casting a myriad of silver and
blue lights upon Spring, was him… tall and serene, barefeet, and dressed in a
black suit.
Removing the coat, he bared his chest and strong shoulders…and
from his back spread black wings
that captured the light within their sheen…and
unlike the crow, he whispered her name.
E.A. O'Connell
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