Don't Tell Me

 

Don't tell me about the end of the world. Tell me about the beginning of the world. A thousand colors of aurora wound in a raindrop, your rainbow wings in a tear. Next Summer's light on a brittle twig, wrapped in a gray cocoon. Fur self-healing in a mossy burrow. The blue egg waiting in a mother-swirl of sticks, She the shaper of galaxies. Don't tell me how it ends. Tell me how it begins. How this breath is given, because you surrendered that one.

Print by Amy Haderer