Starlight Amethysts

Amid blue spruce I am the forest, high on chill-wind summits shouldering summer snow Mountains like gods draped in fog-raiment clutch at the starving sky Hidden in a glade of dew beneath boughs of dreaming rowan, I breathe, release form and thought, rest in breath of tree and stars of moon and mountain Stepping to a broken peak, dwarfed by black earth and sky, I sit a libation to the stars, soaking and exuding life, channeling celestial light. Crafting starlight amethysts with haloed hands