Lightfall

Sleeping cocooned
in the night-white
northern softfall
follower of branch
and sill, your time
one small sunrise
ahead of mine.
Away from me
and our rains and
gust hustled weeks,
in your forest-dark
myths: sky-nurtured
eyes still laughing
and crying as
lakes of shadow
drain the clouds dry.
In silence - deaf
to my call perhaps -
tracks, scars, deep set
by heartfall words
and lightfall tears
lie filling with
snow. And walk on
now, as dawn thaws
my imprint of you.