Witching Houri (Solstice Kommt)

night 

slow-ly

slips under 

powder gray sky.

the birds

sing still.

the snaps

of bats’

wings

play like castanets

as evening swings

seductive hips,

calling fairies out to play.

and the birds

sing

still.

and

we wait

for the Thunder

&

for the

Rain.