Three days from Linda M. Crate

we were blessed to have three wonderful submissions from Linda.

poet like me
faeries dance
on the edge of
magic,

and i’ve seen them
dancing in the woods

on the caps of
red capped mushrooms
with their little white
polka dots;

and i’ve seen them dancing
in cherry blossom flowers
as the wind has swayed their
branches—

if they hide from you
perhaps you’re not a poet
like me.
-linda m. crate

dance in the sky
the sound of the soul
is a beautiful, winding thing
full of magic and murmurs;

there’s joy and laughter,
hope and dreams,
there’s darkness and nightmares,
pain and misery;
but it’s all sewn together in
a lovely song of
star dust—

maybe there was something in
the sunlight of your soul that sang to the
moonlight of mine,

just wanted to dance with you
in the same sky;

the one we call love—

it’s the greatest of magics,
we’ll ever know;
and you woke in me the
dreaming and magic in me when
i thought i was dead—

taught me there was beauty of my scars,
it only makes sense that you’re still
dancing in so many of my soul hymns.
-linda m. crate

remember the moon
rosefinch,
the forest’s heart
knows your name;
as she knows
mine—

i wonder if our
names still
fly together
somewhere—

perhaps that’s arrogant
of me to
assume,
but it’s really just
wishful thinking;

i wish we could pick up
where we left off

yet i know that’s wishful thinking—

perhaps optimism that
borders on the line
of foolishness,

but i remember that peach champagne;
and my hair spilling out of your
little pink car as we fell into the universe
without a car at all—

if you walk into the forest and see
a raven,
just know that’s me;
singing my strange song in the hopes
you remember the moon.
-linda m. crate