Furling—and then uncurling—thin smoke slides
in lazy spirals which moor the morning
as it dashes up from night. Breezes cross,
re-arranging greyness along the yards
where it mingles with fruit blossoms. Inside
the brightly lit cottages the dawn brings
great thoughts of bacon, toast, brimming tea pots.
White sunshine pulses out from behind red-
tinged hills that touched the edge of dawn. Hens scratch
and send up their cackles to the shire’s trees
where smoke has trailed and petals head ground-ward,
soft falling—grey and pink—until they catch
the brisk currents of the new morning’s breeze
and swirl, mid air, in perfect disregard.
Juleigh Howard-Hobson believes that most myth is history woven into literary forms, and that fantasy represents the external face of our inner need to keep our great mythological truths alive, and with these truths…our souls. Her other worldly writings have appeared in such venues as Mandragora (Scarlett Imprint), It Lives (Rune Wright), Etched Offerings: Voices From The Cauldron of Story (Misanthrope Press), Megalithic Poems, Enchanted Conversation, Idunna, Hex Magazine, New Witch, The Journal of Contemporary Heathen Thought, Odin’s Gift, New Heathen’s Almanac, Orb, Soundzine (the luck issue), and Umbrella (the faith issue). She is the Assistant Poetry Editor of Able Muse.