About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
Winter Touches

Sometimes
swan's down fingers
lilt
feather touches
outlining every branch in white.

At others
diamond-edged nails
etch
crystal designs
turning glass to sunlit prisms.

Yesterday
raw blizzard-breath
bit
gnashing teeth
spewing shards of glass,

and, today, the
icy hand of winter
fists
bruising knuckles
snapping the pine.





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