My spirit rallied How those pagans danced Tossed their hussy heads Laughed at thunder cannon and storm swords Children, heedless of natural wars
My mind burned Drawn at dawn to see the orange fireball Rising to light each dew drenched finger When zephyrs left from the last night's fracas Startle water diamonds from their grasp
My body soothed By sultry swaying on Indian summer afternoons That first glimpse of movement and hope Harbinger of a breezes to come First messengers of so welcome a guest
My heart broken When the winter ice axed its way through Felling my dearest friends by the hundreds With splitting thuds and huge rents in the Earth Every breath a sickening stench of pine blood