After the wild fires, winter hangs her grey veil
over the landscape — and through it,
you watch the other world moving
toward their spring habitat.
Pale light fills the outline
of lady, knight and horse
as the fairy court glides beyond
the mountains of the high desert.
In their wake, they leave a soft wind
plucking strings of rain
that echo deep in root and bone, field and hill,
dry wash and saguaro rib —
a song of migration
calling for strange birds to come home
and flowers to bloom that haven’t bloomed
in many decades. Eden’s ghost
haunts the desert in maiden green –letting us
wear a cloak of mist and breach
an unseen world that subtly becomes seen.
Bark moist and blackened by rain
reveals the tracings of bird and insect
who’ve carved their presence in a tree — casting
the pine as a totem
other generations understood, worshipped
long before us. Their spirits wandering still
in bands of weather that defy the drought.
Under a frail sun, frogs and salamanders
surface early to sing, reclaiming their kingdoms
of moss and mud. And with them, our translucent selves
rise allowing the first
magic of earth to filter through, our insight now
(as it was then) – the divine
permeability of a child.
The penciled etching is done by fantasy artist, Alan Lee. He is widely known for his speculative fiction or mythical drawings; especially those associated with The Tolkien stories.