As the snow moon wanes, it fills my window through the night, fills my dreams with skin aglow in transplanted light, and shadows with the fragrance of soft fruits, prairie rain, salt air
Spring sits on the other side of the wedding veil of night, waiting to take my hand and rise from the earth. She leads me to the riverbank. We look out across the bits and pieces and spare parts of this life, and all the others
We name this river: Devotion. We fill it with the cool air that hovers just above the earth, with the silence from just down the road, with the indiscernible shadow from a creature flying low across the moon
We toss our winter hats out into the rushing water, the current crinkles around them, swallows them up, carries them off to the sea
The first serious sacrifice to the fire-breathing god of summer