Dark Drifting

A cold dreamy winter's day

Gazing out of the window

Trees are covered in white

Heavy branches sway in the breeze

A sigh for the dark season

And for times long ago

When the world was young
And filled with magic

Dark drifting…

Shape shifting

In the snow

Light fading into shadow

A dream that has gone

A distant memory of light

And laughter as a child

A life that has passed slow as the winter

Longing for summer and warmth

A sigh for lost love

And for times long ago

When the world was young
And filled with magic

Dark drifting…

Shape shifting

In the snow

Light fading into shadow

A dream that lives on

~Jillian E. Burgin
19 Dec 2011

Spider Moon

A dream, a distant light...

a deep breath on a cold November evening. 

And I'm driving toward the rising moon,

which is full once again,

above the dark mountains. 

I wonder if there are spiders

living inside it.

Moving like whispers...

spinning webs like shadows.

Unseen from the Earth.

Jillian Burgin