I Fade to Winter

Splayed palms punching holes in Heaven

Our eyes crazed

Crow-feathers in our fingers.

Dancing around wildfires

weaving tattered wings of wood-smoke

we become ghost-flesh

My wind-in-the-trees brain

Decomposes with the leaves

Autumnal embers fading out of me

This elemental insanity

Has consumed me

I want to fly south with the geese