Tag: Poetry

Only after the wolf swallows the world, 
is the sun god reborn. 
Only after the fire, 
can the seed of the Sequoia sprout.
The Christ Child waits for the dead of winter to appear,
and it is not the flowering tree
that speaks to Moses. 
We learned to fly by leaping from the nest
but our wings were grown within shells.

The dragon devours the roots of the world tree,
cling not to its branches.
Care instead for the seed
hiding in the warm earth
waiting for spring rain
and a fiery chariot that pulls the dawn. 

-Dec, 2020