Heed The Night
After "We in Winter-Woods"

the red ring of winter watches
us walk across the wooded field
side by side staring into dark

nothing but a birdless sky above
our heads ear to ear heed
whispers waxing in our soft steps

stark dead trees stand
guard against hard-pressed
winds weaving our circumstance

we heap bits of broken bark
for night-fire in hopes of hiding
beneath a silent blanket of soot