This is the raw earthlight in the winter twilight:
A dusty burn, murky blue,
The shadow of a night bird
On patches of snow.
Dreams and melancholy colliding
With frozen cobwebs.
A heart stumbling in between sturdy tree trunks
Looking for stillness and consolation
The harshness of your breath has quieted
And settled in hoarfrost.
Your tears have blazed and fallen
Your clutched hands have grown black wings
And whirled into my shadow.
But I have grown thorns of light
Defending my Evergreen skin
Against the black stains of your fire.
Only the smoke in the folds of your secrets
Refuge through me like left-behind migratory birds
Searching desperately for shelter.
If Summer is a giggling girl
Autumn is a Grandmother’s smile.
The smell of fallen lilacs,
A dress of golden linen draped around clouds.
She listens to your silence
With dewy hands pulling away swirls of grey
To show you life walking by
Barefooted on new snow.