by March 1, 2024 1 comment

There were dragons here
the oldest ones sang out
to us and the youngest
repeated in their dreams.

Above the windblown oaks
that raised banner arms
on the nearby slopes
crows harried a lone hawk.

Further out from dwellings
along the river that churned
into falls, the sweeping hills
bedded a sleeping giant.

This was land that gave us
a name and the old tales
from the very first day
before there was darkness.

And now we each await
for the coming nightfall
that shows where we will
return amidst the dusty stars.

editors note:

They live in our landscape, as will we… – mh clay

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