winter
and the grey filtered light
ends the day long before
even the hiding sun
and hiding is attractive,
in this type of weather
only cold, without even the soft of snow
only ice, hard and jagged
like a wolf, a warrior
a winter solstice
when the weathered crone Hunger
strides fast and free
wild magic and darkness
i will retreat to my cave
until She rides by
tonight is not of cities, or lights
-4/21/00