Winter called me out today
After the snow had fallen down
Deep in the stands of the twisted pines
Dark and bright in the lingering
light
High in the hills of this brittle
country
My
love, fresh and defined
Like my footprint in the snow
You
fit to my life like my boot to its track
No
doubt and no fear, we’ve made our home here
Deep in the woods of this brittle country
We
move in the wake of our dogs on the fly
We
sleep in the cold and stare up at the sky
We
make shocking love and we never ask why
We
know birth and rebirth, we know how to die
Drunk on the hope of this brittle country
You
taught me the sight and the breath and the crack
The
long stumble and the short fall
The
knife and the blood, the antler and bone
Skinned all the way to the best I can be
I
know who I am in this brittle country
I
wouldn’t know if God spoke my name
I
don’t think it works that way
But
I know the glow of your sea glass eyes
The
curve of the land and the lay of your hand
And
I think that’s enough in this brittle country
We
move in the wake of our dogs on the fly
We
sleep in the cold and stare up at the sky
We
make shocking love and we never ask why
We
know birth and rebirth, we know how to die
Drunk on the hope of this brittle country
And
I think that’s enough in this brittle country
And
I think that’s enough in this brittle country
