Welcome Eager Readers! (And Writers)

Thanks for stopping by. Please read our "About" page for some more information and please look over our submission guidelines that are on the right before submitting.

Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan

Laura, Toucan Editrice

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Untitled, Beth Rolingson

As the dark solstice nears,
the wheel is turning
toward sleep.
And death.

The old ones are departing
(another Arthur, another Guinevere)
like withered leaves
letting go of the tree,
like birds taking flight.

We can’t see, we don't know
the mystery
gathering force within the roots
preparing to push the leaves
into the light.

The birds soar
toward the strengthening sun.

Art by Tom Besson,

No comments:

Post a Comment