"oh for a muse of fire... "
pele's slumber has shifted
churning molten in the deep.
autumnal seeds of change lie fallow
wrapped tightly in the heavy blanket of hibernation
dreams of ankerese drift through
blinded by the frozen waves
glowing in the moonlight
she is her own
two feet planted firmly,
no howling blizzard can break her back
the unexpected guest who lifted the veil
in the heart of the storm,
the softest whisper of friend
helps remind the roots of the blood that will flow come spring