Winterfest: Fire and Ice
I am she, who pauses under a winter sky cluttered with stars,
ice-breathed Lady of the Lake, black-blue with mystery.
Night of the new year -- oaken night of chimney smoke spirals
Night of woolen sweaters and plaid blankets
Night of ice sculptures: coyote on Echo Ridge, blue-white
Scottish terrier, a tower of ice bricks with a bonfire heart
Night of cold hands wrapped round mugs of reassurance
yet still I wonder how the world ends, if, or when:
by desirous fire or icy hate?
But on this night, Chinese lanterns are aloft with flame,
hundreds of gold-red papery balloons
bear wishes, wishes, wishes, only wishes --
a constellation of wishes on this sliver-moon night --
this one night of fire and ice.
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