henbit and firelight

∴ the ground spoke gruffly
crunching like old bones
under our boots

a crow carved shapes into the thinning light
its wings riddled archaic
heavy with lore

over your shoulder you glanced back at me
sky, dulled with memory,
settled into quiet agreement
now weathered in rain

at the edge of the wood
no longer could we wait for the moment to ignite
borrowed your fire,
kindling my mischief
into the silence
that sparked us something untamed

and in that breath
we woke once more, all henbit and purple-lit eyes—
burning bright
against the snow ∴