I would be a crafter of wings
three riddles and the cherry unwinding to the stem
that can't reveal the life within
and the cherry tree weeps
the weeping cherry
three riddles given by the silver fairy.
one is a wish for light
for summer in a bottle.
one is the wish for flight
and Icarus remembered.
one remains for late septembers
stars burning down to embers
leaves flown out into the unknown
the Soul would go
but that is the riddle
we cannot know.
mary angela douglas 14 march 2020
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