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
