Grianstad, in celebration of winter

Grianstad

Swirls of starlings

abseil between sun and moon

hurl themselves into a dance

through ghosts of trees

they go where they need to go.

winter shrouds

Long nights slide in

embers empty the land

dying woods wait for the earth to turn

In the betwixt and between

I am a still frame in the granite glow

and leaves are twisted silver songs

Stars gasp, turf smoke curls

Crisscrossing the place where love was exhausted

and blankets way down in the moment before light

Ready now, I follow the starlings and birth another year.