• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 07


first day of high spring
basking in beltane's gaze
sisters stop for a seat
leaning, as
the suns warmth fizzes eyes closed
any consideration drifts away
to seek distractions
that nestle in surrounding dimmocked hedges
what attention they allow is
drawn by wandering thoughts
to aimless meanderings
protected by
a sister's throw that surrounds
to defeat any last cold airs
as they drift away on the balm