Black Earth

Black Earth

Down, under my wing spread,

     yet lower still where my gifts

lie within the Mother's bosom,

     deep beyond flame or sweat,

far from Wyrm's passion or claims

     upon my pale fields, glittering

roses spread under twilight. Pour

     down some shadows. My wings

          flex as boughs tempest

     flown: apples thrown to earth.

[mythopoeia]