Witch

by Janet Kizer

AKA Bard Vashtia

I live in the branches
of a winter tree

in the gold forest
deep asleep

by spring awakened
the cry of a dragon

pierces the honeywarm

morning-green sunrise
breathless mountains rejoice.

I sing as I drift
in visions of meadow clover

my hair crackle-dances
alive

with the red sundeath
the cry of a dragon

shakes the diamond-star
crystal-cold evening

power rises at
midnight