For the earthweal open link weekend.
This is a time of waiting
for the light then the lit fire
the cold chased into the far corners
and the sun to rise perhaps
above the banks of fog.
Of waiting for the night
then open on a million stars
and the cold to sharpen like
badger claws in the frozen bank
A cold time of watching
for signs that warm is swelling
the quick bursts of birdwings
and tracks through the frost.
This is a time of dark brilliance
shadows behind the sharp edge
of every blade, a blood-slowing deep time
and I long for it to end.