Today being the Lightbringer's Convention, I felt -- as I always do when deer gather, in light or dark, to share in everything the forest is meant for -- I had to write something for such a lovely sight. In this case, I wrote a pair of small poems.
Rising Leaves
The leaves that tumble
to the fall chill, to land
at the base of the oak:
the bright, the brown, the crisp, the cracked,
the broken and the whole assemble, layer on layer,
freezing the world between their veins
like lace. Dancing in the wind,
the lines of leaves kick up;
the lines of leaves settle down
into a semi-circle stack
at the base of their mother,
their warm-light protector.
But in the frost-lined night,
the ground and air are mirrors: they are still
aloft, the children of the woods,
listening to the humming of her branches,
carrying the light from her heart
to one another, in an unbroken canopy.
To Be a Star
Little flame flickers
It jumps along heart-lines;
One light shapes blazes.
Like hearts in the sky,
One star makes constellations
when each calls the next.
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Though he was sleeping both times. Still getting used to the forums and how everything works, but I hope I'm not causing too much of a nuisance! 
