dark north / light at bay
smell is cold fresh from night’s oven 

snow-sound flicks 

why 
begins with dark and snow

answer
begins with yearning

ride its gyre open
reach hunting height 

ingenious wide 
wise love 

south light becomes pale
one bird / no flock -- 

no hunter I think

but I am wrong
everything is hungry

my heart is not small enough to disappear

Poem and Photograph by Jo Mariner