Alan: Sometimes, in the season of shortest days, the weather can seem animate, refractory, even predatory.
The year backs up:
resists halter –
welter of contrary
from the bay:
In the alders,
a white rock
exposed by snow-melt,
makes a sound
like a beast
in a cave
Nancy: Long dark nights and gray days – we want the early dawns and long twilights of summer.
The tide in the high marsh,
the low sun, slow to stand over the ridge,
the sea smoke . . .
I went out wanting the year to turn,
and turned myself instead, turned back
to today, glad to have received
water, light, frost blooming on dry stems.