under virgin snow, purity
dissipated melting into skin on
winter solstice. more moonbeams
than any other selenite séance.
lit up under starshine like gin and tonic
under UV lights. moon kissed spirits dance,
one last soiree before the sun strikes back.
cloaked in darkness the goats ride in,
horned beauty exposes the cracks
in the night and the life left unearthed.
the colours of drakes are at their brightest
tonight, behold above. in the wings of
migratory sky writing are stories of old lives
left behind, of group think and new desires.
uproot the unloved, the untouched
that which has been hidden.
giving bouquets of hellebores,
witch hazel and cyclamen to your ghosts
to welcome them home, or wish them well
on their way. to let the days grow long
and the sun
return