It was a landscape
In which I was settled
Every day
I re-assembled the fields
After the farmer’s work was done
Then, one morning
After another pagan ritual
It was I who gathered
The remains of the dying embers
Was I the first to rise
Or had others seen
The dark turn into light
Watched the foil tops being fitted
And the churns taken away
The snow
Was not here yet
But it would be calling
Play with me
Play with me
I am your nemesis
