14/02/2026
This is beautiful 🔥🪶
Bone, Fire, Wing
From shed bone
the old story rises.
Bear sits in ember light,
the spiral turning
in her blood.
She does not fear the dark.
She has wintered there.
She has slept in the long red silence
and woken with ash in her fur
and memory in her bones.
Above her, Raven cuts the sky,
black wing,
keeper of what crosses and returns.
He carries the unspoken
over fire and field,
over what was
and what is becoming.
Bone holds the past.
Fire shapes the present.
Wing remembers the way back.
In this meeting
earth and sky
are not separate.
They breathe through the same body.
And I,
standing between them,
remember.
