February 2

From the east she has gathered like wishes.
She has woven a night into dawn.
We are quickening ivy. We grow
where her warmth melts out over the ice.

Now spiral south bends into flame
to push the morning into doors.
The light swings wide, green with the pulse
of seasons, and we let her in

We are quickening ivy. We grow

The light swings wide, green with the pulse

till the west is rocked by darkness
pulled from where her fire rises.
Shortened time's reflecting water
rakes her through the thickened cold.

Then hands cover north smooth with emptiness,
stinging the mill of night's hours.
Wait with me. See, she comes circling
over the listening snow to us.

Shortened time's reflecting water

Wait with me. See, she comes circling