Poet-shaman

The color of life embodied in wine The darkness embodied in shadow Time an ancient hinge that creaks when you open the door to eternity Go within to seek the light that creates the shadow The fruit dies to become drink intoxicating this moment The light knows only itself as shafts through particles of dust ©2012 Joanne Young Elliott

Tiny creature hovers near my chimney searching for the flame the life that was once hers. Now mere symbolic presence she continues to flit here and there while being neither. Perhaps forever is between wing beats.