I let you go

I let you go

as ash falls away and

your Phoenix wings spread

in the colours of fire.

I let you go

as you taste smokeless

air as you dance,

curl, somersault

in the breeze.

I let you go

to beat your wings

to the drum of the Earth,

to swoop low

and hear

the rhythm of the trees.

I let you go

to watch your

reflection soar,

to gaze in the still

lake and

know your flames.

I let you go,

and then,

that day you come back,

I will open,

the hearth to your fire.


Phoenix Rising

Here’s a darker poem- the world is waking up, flowers shooting out of the earth, and I thought of life and health beneath what appears broken and still.

Ashes on her skin
their tongues flame.
Pink beneath the soot
she is whole.

A phoenix sleeping
they strike
and she forgives
her heart tender-

red as hate
and fire.