Change and Turn
Change me,
Change me into gold and flamelets
Fire me up and in between
Burnish with equinox turnings.
Deliver me into
A spinnery of birch and larch
Where hive, alive,
Hangs on soon leafless limb
Under a robin's egg blue sky.
Turn me,
Turn me into scarlet,
A paper coverlet And drop me down
Not to be trod under human feet
But to pillow hooves and paws,
And claws.
Above, frost-steeled ground
Beneath, silently moving furries with tails
And murmuring voices of woodland
Thrilling as high-hued leaf
Rushes along coldering stream
Toward unknown disappearing.
Move me,
Move me toward winding flames
Flying in flock toward silent
Destinies of aging life
To find only alien snows
As day turns to night,
Zenith to nadir
In time of change and turning…
Turning in spring to life.
~~Catherine Windsor~~
