a sacred sparrow
hovers over the sage,
she flutters a feather
giving gift of a page

the alliteration lights
with a spiral of sparks,
and the quickening quill
darts to dazzle the dark

worlds of wonder
sing through my mind,
and building a bastion
with mosaic designs

I now leave lines
of crumbs and seed,
praying the sparrow
comes back to feed

light on the language
and with a little chagrin,
I unfurl this page
to a wintering wind.