MOON OF AWAKENING
by ANN MORTIFEE
In the moon of awakening snowdrops
When frost lies
Hardened upon the soil
The cold white sun
Begins her returning
She calls.
The dark earth
Begins to move.
The dormant dozing
Of bulb and sweet grass
Struggle with ascension
Once again.
In the land of awakening sadness
When memories lie
Like so many kisses
Upon the withered lip
The cold heart
Begins to beat
With the wings
Of returning swallows
And small green blades
Pierce the skin
Of mourning
copyright Ann Mortifee 1996
