warm is the spot
where leaving you left
burrowed in woolen
whispering sighs
red painted feathers
where moss put to rest
the passing of cold
into winter’s caress
earrings carved
from the tallest of pines
swishes and sway
o’er my shoulder
lustrous clawing of one
into one
backward I came
seeking refuge in art
save me regretting
the reasons I fell –
let me tell lies
to my heart

. . .

An odd inspiration. Earrings received for my birthday….