05/14/2026
Halo of the White Fawn
Golden petals listen where the stillness sings,
Around the moon’s vast drum of silver rings.
A quiet maiden wrapped in woven light
Stands breathing with the roots beneath the night.
The pale fawn lifts its fragile, sacred gaze,
As if it knows the tongue of vanished days.
Her robe spills dusk and sunlight thread by thread,
Like prairie hymns the wandering ancestors spread.
Soft winds move slowly through the amber field,
Teaching the heart that time will never yield.
For every soul the fading heavens keep
Returns as bloom from earth’s remembering sleep.