refusing to hide
the Tuatha de Danaan
held back no longer
they've entered through the harmonies
occurring across the ladders of time
their color bleeds spectrum watercolor into leaf vein
and the twilit expanses are a deeper blue
this year the new arrivals to the fall ritual
raised on magicks
are coming in pro with a stomp
the Druid smile speaks dragon's teeth
that silent deepening gaze
the fire shoots sparking skyland starriness
a brightly booted foot is stepping in
from behind the curtain of trees
a measure of mountain blows in the winds
there is some daark winter in her gaze
next spring sighs itself to sleep happily
summer smiling in the sweep of snowy clouds
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susan marie loehe
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