Mars At Large — Tumblewords

Flaming forests red at dusk
Death Star, silent as feather steps
chases Luna from the sky
Sol burns the edge of summer

baked pears fall from trees
wither under raven whispers
Fate chants songs
without words

Mt Helicon hugs the muses
who stop between heavens
to rewrite, change nibs
speak of hemlock twigs.

Sue Turner / Tumblewords