nights are getting colder, the sun
turns on and off. corn stands ten
feet tall. deer are dancing again
and eating cemetery flowers.
more birds than a hundred are
waiting on the wire. dew
dampens the soles of my feet.
old man winter is being born
again. taking his place in line. my
love is ready, sleeping closer. we
dream about palm springs
california. a new coat will keep
me warm. what i longed for,
there is now no desire. every
snowflake is my friend. i will
rename them. don’t be blue my
love. i am each new stroke on
your canvas. i chant out the
turning seasons. our harvest is
good. my sweet grass is plenty.
we stockpiled dry timber. your
kiss will be my fire. we will
protect our bones from freezing.
release our frozen fears.
embrace each season as holy.
make gifts of art from a forest of
a thousand hues. gray clouds lay
heavy in the sky. heaven will not
disappear. we have not damaged
our spirit. hollow trees will be
drums we beat in harmony. we
see each breath inside each
smile and laugh at the chill of