We are the blanket of soft fur
held sweetly in each other’s good grace
We are the fabric of life
unfolding intwined
We are the natural touch of winter
arriving to cleanse the palette of flesh
We are the naked branches of pine and ash
displaying ribs fitted by ancestral instinct
We are the eager roots burrowed under
churning to kiss a new cycle awake
We are the black orbs of owls
enlightened by fever through darkness
We are the fructose bliss of citrus
liquifying sunshine within cellular coding
We are the holographic shard of a wink
synchronized between soul and source
We are the harmonized scale of solstice
balanced with heart, feather, and ankh
