lacewing

Inspired by a graphic by Adro N. Von Crow, which I will try to secure permission to reproduce here.

lacewing

rest you, my child of the wind and skies.
the storm is past, for now, but other trials
wait you, fate your spirit. your body cries
for an hour, a moment, of rest and the miles
still ahead will be a challenge to your couer rage.
but for the moment, the grass is green and soft
and you have earned the kiss of a soft wind.
lay and rest your lacewings that have, aloft,
carried you o'er hearts broken and knees skinned.
find now your peace before again you take the stage.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.