Dark descends

@ 4pm:

 

we are locked

in winter’s crucible.

 

Battered by

our storms

 

adrift in

salt scape.

 

White wolf

keens

 

its solitude

under

 

new moon.

 

Sleep brings

nightmare

 

too many

hours

 

lost,

until

 

earth coils,

turns to face

 

the light.

 

Standing stones

catch the dawn

 

bright through

mythical fingers..