Friday, March 08, 2019
NOW THE DARKNESS
Now the darkness.
How cold it comes,
earlier. Wind.
All things hunkered
down. These short days
are all we get.
The fuse burns low.
The birds gone, most
of them. Winter
is not far off.
What the hopeless
hope for: longer
light, a pagan
fire, a way to
carry on, and
into, and through.
