Twig & Sprite

Mourned are our walls built by coven 

Erected as council 

Observed ov conscience deep in grimm ire. 

Carotenoid plucking, abscissisent slicing. 

Carved xanthophyll smiles weave basket chants 

Beckoning sow for sacrifice 

In the music of this harvest. 

Moved by autumn 

Mauve pilings of deadfall drape honeycombed lanterns. 

Radish faces, cut their night sight back into the mire 

Wisp-thrown scents of Jack lights blind, 

Trailing to retreat within the bog.

Lone hollows. Burrowing spectres. 

Sprite lights fade beyond their burning wicker homes.