calling moon to venus

violet-blue wash  . . .
a softness of dusk-pink defines the horizon
lift the brush
& carry the felted bird,
the pined branch
as
forgiveness lies thorned & dry upon the scarred skin of acceptance
run your hand down the sternum of this fairy apple-soul
to
light the way to love
in corners ash bold & sharp
thrumming to season's shift
and
winter's bite of frost & fragility gray
no more
no more
paint my path with the colors of this day