barren forest goddess

the white wind is running with
the sighs of saplings

foreign spores swirl
in spirals of springtime

dancing planets sparkle in
bursts of faerie dust and
the veins are crackling with
the life of lightning bolts as
rivers bubble over with laughter

cries of newborns overlap
giggles of dying dying and
the utmost amount of trying
is crumble dry leaf soil smile

white birch bird perch
tweet tweet whistle

blinding bright white crystals
fall slightly sideways