U Kux Kaj
Howling winds tell tales in Celtic verse,
To break the bough and babe falls down; its curse.
Invades the summer wrapped in ashen shrouds,
The blanket fills the sky - unending clouds.
This tapestry, its weft and warp; harmonic,
Brings balance to our grounds, shift plate tectonics.
The snake eats tail, and so continues on,
As lark turns into nightingale; one song.
The jasmine fills the air, your scent - it waits,
The sunfire mane to ocean pools cascade.
Now summer's end upon us, nights draw in,
To play this winter's lover's song again