Windhover Hall by Krista Canterbury Adams

Windhover Hall Krista Canterbury Adams Under the winter archway of oak branches my crystal hands touch the closed eyelids of Eos-Aurora, Light-bringer of Heaven. This Owl’s Head dawn moves us in our quiet wandering—step in at the iron gate, letting our heat of fever…

Tonight by Krista Canterbury Adams

Tonight Krista Canterbury Adams In the windows of the grand House, light after light trails Away into sleep. Here, a long-eared owl Flies above the garden, above all The poor flowering things, earthbound, Risking heavy feet. Owls are punishment. You said that to me…

At the sacred fire on the riverbank by Krista Canterbury Adams

At the sacred fire on the riverbank Krista Canterbury Adams Under flame-faced Lyra, in celestial sanctuary we tend in pairs, burnt eyed. We study the vast ecliptic like a holy writ held alight in the sky, we keep the flame from sputtering out. But…

Old Moon by Krista Canterbury Adams

Old Moon Krista Canterbury Adams Have pity—I hear paw steps on the path behind me, radiant in the sun-wood. I too have bent soft paw against soft earth, blameless against the call. I have seen you lie at the feet of Andromeda, eager to…