TEAM FJORDWITCHES

In the quiet white of winter,
two hardwood trunks rise,
joined at the base,
then part toward the sky.
 

At their peak,
two ravens.
One alive, feathers sleek, heart beating.
The other, a silent skeleton,
a presence that watches.
 

They look in the same direction,
toward what’s coming,
toward the unseen.

Gab and Max.
Two souls bound by love and art.
Max, his wife, taken too soon,
becomes a guide, a gentle presence,
a light in the shadows.
 

Gab moves forward, carried by this breath,
by this wordless voice,
this force that lives in the wind.

Inosculation—