The shadows within
Define my bones
In ways I find strange:

Yet I know the aches
Of these

Meadow flowers
Bow their heads
To the full moon;

A small girl plays
In defiance
Of the

Nesting jackdaws collect twigs,
Silver necks and blue eyes
Gleaming in their gloss.

The Inn,

The air is filtered clean
By ice-topped mountains
Where shattered sunlight
Falls through fragrant

In the comfort
Of the darkness
I make notes,

Watching snatched
Insights, glimpses
Captured

The day ends,
Slowly toiling
Uphill, towards

A gold sky
The tired old sun
Just abandoned.