Monday, February 1, 2016

Fire Bird and Golden Egg

This night
Takes flight the fire bird
Up and away from her black sky
With parting words—To live, to die!
Risings, crashes—
The old to ashes!
Look!  My golden egg, a gift
To hatch as epochs age and shift.

Then, she’s gone—
Up and away
This golden bird,
The bird of Pray. 

10" Diameter
Cotton threads on linen
with glass beads