Reborn Shores

Not cold enough to ice The pond in the wood frosts atop its depth Mirror checking for fog of breath Registers a faint life I flinch Cheeks flutter pink From a narrow eye of rising sun Peering between two scarecrow Oaks Shadow rindles from my heels Behind me backwards myself I kneel In the slight daylight Deeper breathing birthed of quiet Rise Take hold From the barren cold Universe Through barbwire of gnarled bush We crunch the hilltops to open fields Dark child and lumen man Hand in hand To a flawless morning sky of blue Nor even shores from where I come Where we go But this I know Glint of spring guides me home.