New Moon in Scorpio
I traced with flour
the points of a star
burning no longer
in the skies,
only in my heart.
This structure
on stone, soon to crumble
and wash to the sea
alights on the air
like dandelion blooms
of wishes,
like wings of dragonflies,
and tiny red dots of ladybirds.
I travel
around to the center
and let go,
into the dark, new moon
of Scorpio
and let the Autumn sunlight
wash over me,
whispering
in a language, I’m just beginning
to remember.
New Moon in Scorpio in the Heart-Space of my Santa Rosa Labyrinth