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 over 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 the fire rises.
Shortened time’s reflecting water
rakes her through the thickened cold.
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
From Calendars