tucking stones to sink our bodies...

art/sculpture/krafting ‘Winter Muertita’ by Krisztianna ©

sleep fae, take the reins

bare back our dreams

long night fire the distance

make it so it all

can be seen

through the old oaks

and smell of smoke

hang tapestries

outside ring forests

of maples, elms

and birches

know each gallop

toward Morpheus

is a thunder folded gnarl

along a climbed icy divide

the Moon

and Her

nestled pines

know how

to draw

us in, so

we really count

on your fingers

in the laces

knowing the paces

of Her games

a slow ride

says let go

leap, tide

the undertow

EJR ©