From Dancing Moons, 1995, by Nancy Wood
The cold of winter makes a fire in my heart and fills my ears
with the music of the meadowlark. Here in my house, made
of the memory of summer and the desire for green grass,
I know that loneliness will never kill me.
Here in a room filled with sorrow for all the world in pain,
I know that fear can never blind me from seeing
eagles rising from the ashes of my fire.
Asleep in a bed covered with longing for spring,
I know that anger never soothed my heart nor
silence solved the problems of my world.
In my dreams I see a perfect little flower, and then I know
that love will heal most anything,
my loneliness included.