for Betsy
houses yellow-lit
lamplights pink
and we left them
for green pointed trees —
pines
darkly arrowed
and for star moss
we left
for all the thick
willful things of the forest
we entered
also
for rustling reeds
each reacting
under an enormous round
moon, a bright
offering to earth
the fantastical light
reduced to blue
fingers
such a long night
this winter solstice
touching us,
you said
as we walked
wherever where
I could see
my stance change
on the trails
moving openly so
like early people
until we are moon drenched,
shadow sure —
the earth including us, with ease.
[first appeared in Yes Magazine: #16 Winter 2001]
Therése Halscheid
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