in the narrow space
allocated by time
where fate is decided
before a word is said
 
before the call to grieve
I stand in the summer light
invoke merciful powers
and pray for a reprieve

snow falls in free whispers
taunting winters
to foster
icicle tales
I am stranded here
in the full moon vagaries
stringing along memories
and random encounters

I was raised by rain
    the sun my playground
    wolves my companions
    antelopes and wind my adventures
but when the storm
challenged my roots
it was the dandelions
that held me tight
during the night rages

today a leaf left me
to meet autumn
I'll have to laugh with the nightingale
as the wind picks up