A Love Letter to a Castle

Rachael Z. Ikins

I tumble down cobblestone, dawn feathers
darkness, birdsong wheedles me along. Stranger
comes home, ancient land.
Brawny singers garbed in black, white tuxedos
whisper out of sight, shyness folds where they drape
castle walls, gold among emeralds the mossy path. Hill,
two arched tunnels, funnel me one place. I fall upon the castle's lap.
Winter scent pours down my throat. I sprawl beneath moonlight,
striped snow, petals late rugosa rose, shadows flicker,
and my gratitude, sanctified stone.