Like a swallow swoops

I migrated every year

Since I found the moor 

As the rising son

Every day out-growing me

A slower eclipse

Broken window eyes

While the body slowly dies

How the black crow flies

A lone hunter prowls

Hackles bristle like spring grass

A ruthless ambush

Between earth and sky

I dream in the middle space

Where meteors die

Under last year’s leaves

My cold heart slowly thawing

Birch sap running clear

After all these years

Red sun fallen and bleeding

Still I can’t forget

From the frozen lake

Phantoms on the horizon 

Waiting for no man