This November Wind
By Molly Swan-Sheeran
At last the sun
breaks free of the gray cover,
leaving a glaucous sheen
on the horizon.
Two eagles,
inspired by the wind,
spiral around each other
in their amorous dance.
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Turning Down
By Molly Swan-Sheeran
The leaves are bruised and gnarled
by the turning down of the light,
and we are slapped silly by wind and rain.
The onset of the dark time,
cyclical, explicable, relentless,
despised or welcomed.
The Winter Wren
By Molly Swan-Sheeran
seem to writhe on the beach
where a southerly flung them ashore.
In the fading light
their golden brown lengths
twist around each other
like an ancient Celtic design.
Seeds of Art
By Molly Swan-Sheeran
It was the angel in the clouds,
the face on the tree,
the driftwood and rock
that looked like a seal, a wolf, a bear.
Song Sparrow
By Molly Swan-Sheeran
Predawn, the song sparrow
sings his traditional ballad.
It is the leitmotif
of my life.