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

Our ancient brethren

Surround us in the spinney 

Bare expectant limbs

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