
from horror, seeking haven,
they fled to America,
great land of the free,
but it was all smoke and tears
~kat

they will return in the spring,
dormant leaves, wintering,
when the days grow longer,
dawn’s chorus erupting
~kat

there’s a cool rain
dampening the fading leaves
turning bare branches dark
underneath a frosted moon
~kat

she glows ever bright
on this cloudy night
crystalline frosted
framed in black lattice
~kat

she’s waxing to full
reflecting the light
her dark side ever hidden
in the star dappled void of night
~kat