Dreaming of feathers and flight,
238,857 miles beneath
laying open night's cloak,
revealing every leaf
spinning in tree
as she pulls back
before the winter-trance.
Dreaming of flight and feathers,
so many miles beneath
Peary's eternal light.
Sleep dreams colliding with
as waxing breaks through to full.
Full of awakening to your pain,
full of awakening to your voice,
the full cycling round
*Computer art rendered by Sierra Allen