They move all together —
Across the sky,
Across the clouded overcast,
Through shadow and mist
And bits of sun;
A mindless meld of movement,
An endlessly looping murmuration
Against a backdrop of grey-blue yellow-tinged eternity
Where Moon kisses Sun
And conjures the starlings
Into aerian undulations.
*** Murmurations are so cool I had to write something about them. ***
The workings of the pearl-sheen moon
From wax to wane to watchful sleep,
From sliver to full to sliver once again,
Then she hides
From dark to light to dark again,
Peeking out from behind the umbral cloak of heaven.
Birth to being to death to rebirth —
In three syllables and a sigh.
The colour of off-red rust and dried blood
In all directions
All at once,
Copper veins spreading in dendritic habit,
In sacred treelike fashion.
I can’t help but think about
How all things mirror one another
In our nature.
Roots and branches are basically the same —
They just grow in opposite directions
While searching for liquid or radiant light.
*** I discover the most fascinating things when I start internetting under the influence.