Wild and restless.
Rock old and rain new.
Burning, diving, drifting into the next.
Thieves and guardians all.
'Birds' Lucia Hardy ©
The wind is up.
The sky is dark.
There's chanting and a rhythm in the boughs.
The land it beats and calls and tolls,
'Tattoo' Lucia Hardy ©
Guide for unnamed things.
Without words, it tells a truth.
Like bells pealing in the next town,
Or a blade sharpened against a rock.
Like the warm light, which reaching through the window, touches my hand gently.
or like the sharp, root-deep twist of loss remembered.
The mirror is bald and unwavering,
Showing us our journeys, the people we were.
The light we see, is our own,
It shows the way forward,
'Strange Mirror' Lucia Hardy ©