Monday, May 22, 2017

Ancient Lyres

Ancient Lyres

Solar winds tuned ancient lyres—
Bright fires burned in the eyes of wolves
As their tremolos entered hidden waters
Where little brown bats dipped over secret lakes.

Lunar mists in a minor key hid them all from sight.
I thought I heard those ancient lyres

As I wandered the woods last night.

--Barbara Spring

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