Inspired by a couple of lines from an Anne Sexton poem I saw quoted on Tumblr…

Where will the trails lead?
Rituals performed in haste
will not deliver the conclusions we seek
Then again, we may never find satisfying answers
The dull glow of midnight fires cannot travel far
when the moon is content to hide among the clouds
and the ashes of two birds on fire
fall like snow from the sky

(11 November 2015)