worn oak
The soft of the grass blades
Bending to the soles of my bare feet
As I step outside for the first time
Cautious first steps
Feeds the fire
As my soul begins to lighten
With each step turning into a stride
The hare perks its ears
And runs along side me
While the wind breezes my hair past my cheek
The rain cools my skin
As my heart beats heavy
With my stride turning into a sprint,
The dark brown tail feather of a Merlin
lands in my hair as she dives past
Leading me up the plateau with fierce speed
I race to catch her beauty until I reach the edge
And lift off
My hair obscures my eyes
As my body twirls
And fearlessly land looking out to the valley below
vestal pewter
crimson wadi
stark sand
stark vortex