The Gray Wool Sky—

The gray wool sky—

Cable knit clouds dense and billowing, unfurling with the whipping wind

A blanket of shorn warmth close around

The barren landscape—

Silvered sage earth veined in fractal abstract   

A bed of fallen star ash, from which cobwebbed ghost thoughts arise 

Crystalline chimes sound—

Crashing waves of wind swept ice upon brick facades 

Creeping winter hands tangle moonlit strands within my hair, reflected in candle lit window panes

-I’m looking out, the seasoned sister looking within-

A solitary knot—
Threads from my heart built into nests of intimacy
Winter constellations realigning, tattooing the night with memories
-youth and love-

Infinite are we

 

E.A. O'Connell