Meet

Snow

Ache in each arch of my feet

both plum and pity

It's hard to sit

the crop is meek

Cold

When did it get so cold?

A bird sang blue into the sun

Tale turn time now he’s gone

now he’s old

Calm

Came with the melt of ice

Now you can stay

Here you can rest

Roll my lips like dice

Sing

low into my ear

Song of love and lily

Of muse, and wine

For me only to hear

Grow

the rose with ease

We meet our God and Eros

Like a myth come to me

with milk of bees

Live

Bare with lust and sin

I will wait and then hold

Til the next dove goes mute

And all life has gone dim