The earth softly turns
In its sleep. A sigh in the
Dark. Sussuration.
A half moon gently
Glows through India ink tree
Branches. Bare. Frozen
In time. Ending and
Beginning as well. Beginning
Winter and iron
Earth. Ending of warm
Soil and extravagant blooms.
Time to rest, repair.
My footsteps crunch on
Frosted grass. No fear of this
Darkness, this aloness.
No grief at this end.
No fear of this beginning.
Silent. Aware. Calm.
The earth softly turns.
I hear it sighing in its sleep.
I smile in darkness.
