Everything I make is at least a little old-fashioned, but this tiny lyric is especially so. It came to me after a friend shared some verses about flowers:

2 May 2024

Whose Heart?

Your heart describes a fairy-ring

where all the shivered moonbeams sing

in circles in the mushroom grass,

inviting me inside. Each pass,

each beat my little feet dance there

describes a silken web, a snare

that rings you round–It’s moonlight-clear–

who you are now that you are here.