The moonless night has wrung out
hours of day,
and snowflakes gather as lint
from the great open pocket
of the sky.
Somewhere a corncrake caws into
its echo rings,
and in the woods beyond, branches
crack like splintered bones
in the chill.
I lay low beneath the frozen earth,
sink my body,
and you will not think to look beneath,
so you will not hear or
see me there.